“I’m all right,” Alfiabalas mumbled as a flush rose to his face. “Just lost in my own thoughts.”
Iarion’s head turned away.
Alfiabalas took a steadying breath and tried to get a hold of himself. Yes, he was betraying Sea Elf tradition by bringing Iarion to the island, but it wasn’t as if the Wood Elf were a dangerous assassin. No elf had ever turned on another since the Kinslaying when Saviadro had become the Fallen One. The very idea was unthinkable.
Besides, Lady Raslynia and Lord Telariras were fair rulers. And if they did decide to take Alfiabalas’s ship away from him as punishment, they would be losing a capable captain as well, which seemed like a foolish move given that something strange was going on…
It didn’t stop them from keeping you at anchor in the harbor though.
Alfiabal
