Chapter FortyA Cold Welcome
Iarion paced. Every moment that passed during the voyage back to the mainland grated on him. He knew it was only because of his and Barlo’s necessary confinement. The dwarf lounged in a hammock, seeming at ease with the rocking motions of the ship. Rasniwyn’s potion for seasickness seemed to be working. It was a good thing too. It would be difficult to remain inconspicuous with Barlo’s head hanging over the side the entire way. Sinstari lay stretched out on the floor, unconcerned.
The passage brought back more memories for Iarion. He had traveled in a ship much like this one to search for Ralvaniar, the lost continent. He had accompanied a group of Rasadar on the expedition. The other elven tribes had moved on since the exodus to Lasniniar, but the Rasadar sti
