When Phuran walked into the Jagged Swordsman, several heads turned toward him, but the patrons’ curiosity died quickly, and no one bothered him as he made his way to the counter. He took in the solid wooden tables and benches, along with several smaller tables with few chairs around each of them, clean floors and lamps powered by imbued stones. He had to admit that the inn wasn’t at all what he had expected from a place that offered shelter to a demonologist and a savage. If that was the right place to begin with. After losing track of the stranger from the woods, Phuran had spent a lot of time searching for the three others and avoiding meeting his fellow Devanshari. He wasn’t ready to answer questions about what happened, about the queen. It was better they believed she was still out the
