45
Lincoln
After chatting up Rufus, I head back to meet up with Myla. Strolling through the forest gives me a moment to process everything I learned about Aldred’s plans.
Then I see Myla, a Pterodactyl, and a Reptilian wearing a crown. That could be the start of a bad joke, but my girl is crooking her finger at the king. I’ve seen this move before. She’s itching for a fight.
I take off at a run.
Once I break through the forest line, I call out to Myla. “Over here!”
She lowers her hand, which is a good sign. I rush to her side.
“You,” says the king. “You’re Lincoln.”
“His name’s Salientian,” says Myla.
“Prince Lincoln Vidar Osric Aquilus, pleased to meet you.” I bow slightly at the waist.
“You smell of lion,” says Salientian. This doesn’t seem to be winning me any good graces. “My
