Pledged to the pack
His steel armor reflects the sunlight as he shifts his weight, causing me to squint.
“Ah, where are my manners?” Riol asks with a laugh, raising his hand toward the stranger, “This is Jaron, he is assisting me on my mission. Which is why I’m here.”
My brows furrow, “Why? What’s happened?” The first thing that comes to mind is goblins, but surely none could have slipped by us.
“It’s Princess Irellia, she’s run off,” he tells me, while Jaron seems to mope as he eyes the ground with slumped shoulders.
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