Chapter Thirty-Nine
Searon grinned as they approached the southern gate. His muscles relaxed, though they were still sore, his mind cleared, and his heart no longer threatened to pound out of his chest. The city looked untouched. They’d arrived in time. The Ikchani hadn’t arrived yet. Relief flooded through Searon. They made it all the way to the gate before they were stopped.
“Halt.”
A pike dropped to block Searon from entering the gate with the merchants bringing in supplies.
Searon studied the guard. He didn’t recognize the man. The guard’s face was haggard, and an unkempt salt-and-pepper beard pushed out from his steel T-visor helm.
“You are no merchant. What is your business in Legain?”
“I need to speak to Noraes.”
The guard scowled. “I see you have a lack of respect to be call
