Chapter 300

The room hummed with low conversation: border gossip, trade routes, and the same stories I’d heard a hundred times before.

It was nothing useful. I had half a mind to leave when a voice from the far corner broke through the low hum of tavern murmurs.

“…swear it on the moon, she glowed,” a man was saying, his tone boasting and slurred. “Hands like light itself. Healed my brother’s fever with one touch and he was good as new by morning.”

My head lifted before I realized it, honing in on the conversation.

The speaker was a merchant, middle-aged, half-drunk, spinning tales to a group of guards around his table. I let their laughter wash over me and listened harder.

“Where?” someone asked, snorting. “The moon doesn’t walk among us mere mortals.”

“Silver Glen,” the merchant said. “A small village near the northern ridge. They call her the Silver Healer. Some say she’s blessed by the Goddess herself. Eyes like molten silver, they say. Glows when she works.”

My pulse stumbled once and then ro