“Could we send them a message?” said Fletcher. “Tell them our intentions—tell them we exist—and offer help?”
“We could draft something,” said Roxanne, “and I could find an animal willing to deliver it.”
The tribunal churned into a frenzy, enticed by the prospect that someone else out there might be of a like mind with them.
Riyon was one of the biggest cities near the Fironian border, and Effrax privately had some hope that its army might be aiming to push back against the Shadow. Maybe they would try to free some border towns like Eldritch.
He recalled the kindness of the woman he’d met there, and the leaden ball of guilt in his gut grew heavier. He hoped she’d survived whatever atrocities Necrovar had committed.
Soon enough, word returned to them on the wings of a rare and far too c
