Chapter 8
Our Legacy
Evra had only just slipped into sleep when the sound of boots against stone pulled him alert. Straining against the darkness, he attempted in vain to see the cause, but only made out a shadow dancing across the far wall. He reached for his unlit lantern on the nightstand, hand falling on his sheathed dagger instead, but a familiar voice stayed him.
“It’s only me,” Astarian said. He sounded small, no more powerful than the desolate men who came to the Rush seeking their aid. Wood creaked across the stone as he settled into a chair.
“What are you doing here in the middle of the night?” Evra blinked, eyes adjusting to the darkness. “And why are you sitting all the way over there?”
“You think I don’t understand why you’d prefer the life you chose? Over the life you ha
