"Did you find him!?" Quinn's sharp voice cut through the morning air like a blade.
She was speaking to one of the orcs from her unit.
The poor guy froze, stumbling over his words. "N–No, ma'am. We searched the area you told us to… he isn't there."
Before Quinn could say anything more, everyone turned toward the sound of footsteps.
Mine.
As I walked up the last few stairs, silence swallowed the place whole. Every eye was on me. Quinn just stood there, eeys wide in shock.
Lydia and Sera both froze where they were.
Tugnier, still sitting on his stone seat, looked at me, and a slow grin spread across his face.
"Now the stories are more believable…" he murmured, his tone amused.
Lydia's voice came next, softer and uncertain. "Those are the same eyes… from back then…"
My left hand carried Blood Raven, still sheathed. The belt that once held it had torn somewhere along the way, so I just threw it aside.
My right arm rested the leather bag with etherium over my shoulder.
