The tavern was quiet, its shutters drawn against the first pale hints of dawn. Arden and Marella settled across the table. Ronan and Sylven stood off to the side, unwilling to leave entirely but wise enough to know their words held little weight in what was about to be discussed. Garrika lingered at her grandparents' side.
Trafalgar dropped into the chair opposite them, fatigue heavy in his movements. He had been running on edge for hours, and though his body cried out for rest, his mind demanded he finish this business first. A deal was a deal—and if he let it drag, there was no telling what complications might arise.
"Well," Trafalgar began, his tone even, "a promise is a promise. I brought her back, just as I said I would."
Marella's expression softened. "That you did. We owe you more than words can say."
Arden leaned forward, his brows furrowed. "I'll admit, I didn't expect you to succeed. How did you manage it?"
