Determined to stand her ground, she looked up at him. Her hands curled in a tight grip on the wool.
‘I’ll escort you to the Spire,’ he continued, ‘and help you with what you dreamt, if I can.’
‘Did Fraelyn tell you what I dreamt?’ She searched his expression, unsure whether to be relieved when he nodded.
‘You saw an army, marching on the Spire. You saw it’s destruction and the death of those who live there.’
She glanced at the sword hanging from his belt and the knife on the other side. He was powerful. He had defeated the elf, and the elf had had magic. She sensed that Rhyode had some Spirit Gift also, although what she couldn’t imagine.
‘What did you agree with the High Priestess?’
‘That I would escort you to the Spire to deliver your message, and then back again to the temple.
