“What do any of that mean?”
Zara looked at Denice with a dumfounded expression on her pretty face, “If I knew I would not be asking you about it, D.”
She was tired, she had just fought and won a great battle and had barely had any time to rest.
“Maybe, it was a riddle,” Denice said suddenly after thinking for a while.
“Thanks, that’s very useful,” Zara responded in a flat tone.
Denice felt the sting of the sarcasm in her friend’s voice and winced, “I’m sorry Zara, I wish I could be of more help to you.”
Zara sighed and calmed down a bit, maybe she was being a bit to hard on her friend, “I’m sorry, I know you mean well.”
She had just not been able to catch a break and now the last words of Elder Lysara were hunting her every waking moment.
“The answers you seek lies in what is alrea
