"So I come here.
To offer Flying Man… a place."
"A place?"
Kael narrowed his eyes.
"Yes."
Gruumak nodded.
"Leave Velmourns.
Come to us.
Join Stonefangs.
Live."
The Stonefang Chief spoke those simple words and… silence followed after.
The kind of silence that pressed every sound down—the faint drip of melting ice, the rumble of the Rauk far behind them, even their breathing seemed to slow.
And this was especially true for Freyal.
The moment the Velmourn translator heard Gruumak's words, he froze. He couldn't even translate them for Kael, leaving the job to Zakaar, and he himself…
His heart pounded in his chest so hard he could almost hear it. His hands began to shake in anxiety and nervousness, but for now, he hid them under his cloak and…
And he looked at Kael.
The man who had become more than a name for the Velmourns.
The man who had saved their people when… no one else could.
Different images flashed through Freyal's mind.
