7
High in an overhanging oak tree, Falling Rain and Tree Wind watched with interest as firstly Jarand and the shieldwielders were called into the tent followed, a little later, by the Captain of the Guard and the wizards.
“Interesting. Kosar is not keeping our little surprise from his closest advisors, only from the bulk of his men. But these learned wizards of his will never figure it out,” chuckled Falling Rain. “Even if Kosar remembers Tarkyn’s connection with the eagle, it will never occur to them that he might work with a small animal like a water rat.”
After a period of inactivity, Tree Wind leaned forward. “Look. Something is happening.”
Far below them, Captain Lomas thrust Farlowe out of the tent to send him sprawling onto his face in the dirt. The poor manservant made no attem
