We landed in a flurry of wings in a bustling marketplace of the city of Trazull. People and chickens scattered. Tavarels bleated. Vulls and terthins whirled up in a thrumming cloud from where they pecked and fought over garbage. We dismounted our sabruns among the gaping onlookers, not all of whom were human.
Diken Graye had argued for a quiet approach to the city, for slipping in under the cover of darkness. I’d vetoed him. We would go in boldly. If my brother were here, I wanted him to know of our arrival. And if there were enemies of Nyshphal who wanted us dead.... Well, let them try. Despite my rejection by Rannon and her family, I had determined to find out who was attacking their lands and put a stop to the plundering. If I could.
Somewhere in this city we would find news concernin
