A week later, Koorgan moodily stood on the terrace outside of his office gazing out over the Kingdom. His fingers curled on the stone railing. Below him, he could see the city and the harbor.
“What are you so lost in thought about? Another contract? A decision about who gets the chickens and who gets the cow?” Gant teased, walking up to stand beside him.
“Nay,” Koorgan distractedly answered.
“Where is Ruth?” Gant asked, turning to look through the doors into the office.
“She said I was too much of a distraction and told me to take a break,” Koorgan replied.
“Ah… So, still no change,” Gant murmured.
“Nay,” Koorgan replied.
“Has Gerryman found anything that may help?” Gant inquired.
Koorgan shook his head. “Nay. He has searched all of the archives. I was confident the mushrooms would
