Iona sat down heavily and pushed her hair back from her face. She did not remember ever being this tired. Everything she had done before, the travelling, the fighting, the "entertaining", none of it had ever left her exhausted like this did. She heard the door slide open behind her and she turned quicker than she ought, in case he was back. Her head swam as she tried to focus on the figure in the doorway. It wasn"t Pringle she knew that whatever she might hope, even though she sat at his desk in the Guild Master"s office, which no-one had yet had the heart to clear.
The man cleared his throat and said softly,
“You sent for me Mrs Pringle,”
Derek was wondering exactly how he had ended up in this position. He had left his home and family on their pig farm to seek adventure possibly with a
