Chapter 7
“Marcon,” Iellieth called out, and his piercing eyes settled on her. Relief coursed through her. He wasn’t gone after all.
“Iellieth.” His shoulders relaxed, but he maintained his defensive posture and turned back to Mara. “Who were those others you spoke of?” He had lost none of his commanding presence from the mountain.
Mara raised open palms toward him and lowered them slightly, a gesture of ease. “My conclave, the other druids who live in the Vagarveil, and a few visitors from afar.” She stared at Marcon in amazement as though she couldn’t believe he was really standing there.
Marcon looked at Iellieth and waited for her signal. “I think we are alright here, at least for the time being. She’s trying to help us.” Iellieth glanced down at her amulet, its inner glow diminish
