“I understand, Marcon,” Iellieth answered. “But you helped me too. With the ice giant, even while we’ve been here. I can write to Katarina and see if she knows a way to help you or a source that might be of use.”
He nodded. “Will they have armor in Trudid? I asked Mara, but there is no chain mail to be found among the whole conclave. I’m no longer surprised they’re overly cautious.”
Iellieth laughed and watched the floating embers drift from the edges of the fire into the sapphire air. Mara ground herbs inside her hut; the mortar and pestle perfumed the atmosphere with herbs that aided sleep, part of her nightly routine. The comforting aromas of dense moss and pale purple blossoms sprinkled in dew drifted over and mingled with the smoky heat of the fire. In the woods behind the cabin, th
