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Firian
Blood oozed from a torn piece of skin under Firian’s Master ring. He hadn’t realized he’d been picking at it again.
The few lookouts in the Gray Forest were easy to find and subdue. Now, if he got closer to where the woods thinned, he could see Brithnem. Yellow lights peeked through the dark like an inverted sky. At the crest of the hill sat the palace. Flags on the battlements waved like ghosts in the thin light. Bard’s black eyes when they’d both stood on that roof came back to him. He ignored the memory.
Belik hadn’t caught him meeting with Kiria during the rest of their journey. His fury wouldn’t change Firian’s mind, but he kept the secret anyway.
Before them lay the farms of the outer edge, sprawling to the thick city wall. This was the first step to taking over Brithn
