*
Caspian arrived at the Blue Whale Tavern, his footsteps thudding against the wooden floorboards as he made his way to the back of the dimly lit room. There, he found Jurien sitting at a table in the corner, his broadsword propped up against the wall beside him.
"Jurien," Caspian said, taking a seat across from him. "I’m glad you could make it. I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages."
Jurien nodded, his dark eyes meeting Caspian's. "My apologies, your Grace,” he said. “I’ve been busy with the task you entrusted to me. Why did you suggest we should meet here and not in the palace?"
Caspian leaned forward, his voice low. "I don’t trust anyone in the palace anymore," he said. “I think the shapeshifter is still at large, and he could be getting ready to strike.”
Jurien's eyebrows shot up
