Chapter Thirty-Three
Suspicious Circumstances
Something was going on with Saviadro; Daroandir was sure of it. The younger elf was away from Melavalion more often than not, off on his solitary journeys. Daroandir had tried to talk to him about it. Not only was Saviadro evasive, but he also seemed to sense when Daroandir was looking for him, making himself scarce. It had become a strange game of cat and mouse.
Daroandir would hear news that Saviadro was back in the wood and go to the other elf’s hut with food and drink to wait. By the time he got there, Saviadro had usually come and gone. If he did manage to get there before Saviadro, Saviadro would simply not come home. Where he was hiding, Daroandir did not know.
How long had this been going on? Daroandir wasn’t sure. Right after the e
