Taeril had worked hard to control his emotions as Varrell described the images inside the notebook and he felt a trust forming between them as she disclosed what she saw, and they calmly discussed possible meanings. Varrell had enough of trawling through the notebook and describing the terrifying images in detail to Taeril who was also looking exhausted now. He sipped down some more wine and sat back in his chair.
“Shall we leave it there for now?” he asked, and relief swept over her and she snapped the book shut immediately.
“Would you like any more wine?” she asked.
“Yes please,” he said having changed his mind about wanting to stay sober. Varrell fetched another bottle and filled their glasses.
“Shall we go and relax in the lounge a while? I could put the fire on,” she said feelin
