One of the healers at the Querteshan Military headquarters treated Jamal’s head injury. The pain was down to a dull ache, and the dizziness was now mostly gone.
Tarik leaned against the wall in Nev’s quarters, facing Jamal, who was sitting on a stool in the main room. Staff and officers had flowed in and out over the past couple of hours. The archmage hadn’t been one of them.
“I think I’m going to either have to go back to the garrison to tell Captain Bhati what’s going on, or get someone else to send a message,” Tarik said. “We were supposed to be returning today.”
“One of General Mengal’s aides told me to stay put. Eyewitness and all that,” Jamal replied.
“Er, okay. That still leaves me in a weird kind of limbo. I mean, I like Nev well enough, but I don’t want to get in trouble for n
