Excursions~
Daranuthan o’Brynmohr
Chatham, Camran
Midmoon, 4414
Daranuthan tucked his hair under his cloak and pulled up his hood. Nenes were not well-loved in Camran province and Firstborn even less so. He needed to be in and out of here, quick, and quiet.
He edged down the branch of a sprawling oak and counted shuttered windows until he found the right room. One more time, he replayed the hours that had brought her here. His hindsight hadn’t varied in the slightest since he’d started searching for her this morning.
He slid farther out the gnarled branch until it dipped under his weight, then sprang for the window and caught the cornice. His boots splintered the shutters, and the morning’s bright light washed the small room as he landed in a crouch.
Two bodies stirred in rumpled li
