The people around her became fewer and fewer, until only a handful remained. Joen was amongst them. “I suppose you would like an explanation,” he asked.
“We would too.” Said one of the people who remained. “What proof have you that this girl is to be the next head of the order?” The person that asked was an older member of the guild that Zya had never seen before. Judging by the travel-worn clothes and mud-stained boots, he had travelled far and quickly to get there. It was no wonder she had never met him. He fumed at the fact that somebody other than him was being honoured so, or so it seemed.
girl“You know the rules as well as any, Sparan,” Joen replied defensively. “Only one who knows our innermost secrets can tell, and those secrets remain property of the successive heads of the orde
