SEVENTEEN
TREI HAD ONE REGRET—THAT he’d needed to leave before the fighting started. He understood the reason. This entire plan was a gamble on whether or not he’d obtain information. His chances of finding anything out were better if he was with the Magsak when they heard of whatever happened in Running Water. Then he could at least watch their reactions.
One sword arm, especially one as inexperienced as his, wouldn’t make any difference in the fight for his city, much as it pained him to admit. His mother’s loss was a little more dire—but she couldn’t kill humans, only goblins. And in the chaos of a battlefield, even her absence wouldn’t make much difference. She’d played her most important part already, setting up the confrontation between the men of Halfice and their goblin allies.
