Dale beamed to a mountain on the outskirts of Keth K"shel and then down to the ramparts along its wall, surprising the sentries in the watchtower. Teleportation into the Silent City was f*******n in order to protect Ezduril’s guards and families, the majority of whom made their homes here. All visitors were logged, especially those with teleportation powers.
A young stone singer stood tall in his tan and ivory armor, recording Dale’s information, the banners of Clann Càirn waving behind him as a desert breeze brushed past.
Clann Càirn“Name.”
“Delwyn of the House of Wind.”
The man’s amber eyes widened. “You are King Memnes’ son? The one who stopped time in Glenn Gael?”
Dale’s brows rose. It surprised him how fast that tale had swept through the kingdom. “Yes.”
The soldier looked at hi
