“They’re searching for something,” Fletcher murmured as Keriya darted into the fray once more. If the Imperials had only come for Thorion, they would have focused on finding him. These men wanted something else.
They passed a large cross-street and reached the gates of Indrath Olven. A group of Galantrians stood guard before it and raised heavy crossbows when they saw the Aerians.
“It’s me,” said Keriya, pointing to her eyes. “I need to go to the armory.”
“No one’s to be let in,” said one muscular soldier.
“My sword was put there for safekeeping, and I need it. Without it, Thorion will die.”
Fletcher thought this was a bit melodramatic, but it got the guards moving. They stood aside and the great iron doors swung inward.
“Follow me,” said the muscular one. He led them across a drawbr
