Landon
“So what’s the plan?” I asked Consantora. I was suspicious of her, but for some reason I believed her. She would still be killed the minute she stepped back in our territory, regardless of whether or not she saves lives. That’s just the way my mother is, unfortunately.
“I am assuming you are not here alone. I’ve caught glimpses of you with a shifter.” I nodded in response and she continued. “Since most of the guards will be headed to the border, the dungeon should be either left open or not as heavily guarded. I’ve managed to befriend a few servants, they seem to be more open to conversation after drinking cider, but I’m all out. They make their own sort of alcoholic concoction. They call it rice milk, but believe me it can knock you on your ass if you drink too much. I he
