A feast was spread out atop a large table. Zaya stomach growled, she hadn’t even realized how hungry she was until she saw the food.
The man that had opened the gate for them stood next to the large table waiting. Dage and Zaya were surprised to see him there. Dage moved closer to Zaya as he felt suddenly possessive.
“This is the keeper of our gates, Tima.” Wyllem introduced them taking his seat at the head of the table. Tajia sat at his side. She looked splendid in her white floor length dress with a bare back. Dage turned questioning eyes at Zaya.
“Thresholds,” Zaya mouthed. Wyllem was one of the ancient ones, and his language sometimes varied.
Everyone sat down and dug in.
The conversation around the table shifted from good food, the economy and the impeding war that was bound to
