“Where is Suno?” I asked as I traveled through the house, anxious about the identity of our visitor. I was relieved to find Gohan in another room, who was approaching me in alarm.
“She was in the stable, feeding the horses.” Gohan said breathily as his brows knit tightly with concern and he glanced towards the front door Otto had left through moments ago. The maester approached a window, ready to view outside, though it would expose him, when we all wore matching expressions of befuddlement and sniffed the newly-acrid air.
“Do you smell that?” I asked quietly, hoping with all my might that it was only my imagination. Gohan and the maester nodded, and we all nearly panicked as we realized it was time to get out of there. An ear-piercing cry rang out from the stables. Suno. Gohan made to r
