The Baron's Heart E-Book

K. J. Fogleman

• Herausgeber: F. P. Spirit
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

A brutal murder. A missing heart. A race against time and death.

The Baron of Ravenford was found dead in his chambers, his heart removed. A slim chance exists to revive him with magic if it’s found in time. Now a determined Lady Andrella joins Glolindir and friends in the frantic race to save her father.

Who murdered Baron Gryswold? Why did they take his heart? Was it an act of jealousy or is there a more sinister motive behind it?

Beyond that, why are people suddenly disappearing from town? Does it have to do with rumors of a Dunwynn occupation? Are there darker forces at work?

From the underside of Vermoorden to the catacombs beneath Ravenford itself, the young heroes face deadly assassins, creatures of the night, and an imminent invasion. Can they protect Ravenford and still find The Baron's Heart in time?

Leseprobe

The Baron’s Heart

The Heroes of Ravenford

Book 5

F.P. Spirit

K.J. Fogleman

Copyright @ 2018 F. P. Spirit

Cover Art by Jackson Tjota

Cover Typography by Amalia Chitulescu

Interior Design by Designs by Shannon

Edited by Sandra Nguyen

ISBN 978-1-7364377-1-1

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in retrieval system, copied in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise transmitted without written permission from the publisher. You must not circulate this book in any format.

Thanks to Tim for creating the world of Thac, and to Eric, Jeff, John, Mark and Matt for their roles in bringing the Heroes to life. Also, thanks to the rest of my friends and family who gave their time and support into the creation of this book.

Other Books in this Series

The Ruins on Stone Hill

The Serpent Cult

The Dark Monolith

The Princess of Lanfor

The Baron’s Heart

Contents

Map of Thac

1. Heartbreak

2. On the Road Again

3. Magic Circle

4. Sky Knights

5. Dragon Tales

6. Quit Monkeying Around

7. Something Rotten in Vermoorden

8. Temples of Storm and Magic

9. The Wrath of Deepwood

10. To Kill a Bard

11. Wizard’s Apprentice

12. Seth and Aksel, Vampire Hunters?

13. Imp in the Fold

14. Lost and Found

15. Battle at Haltan's

16. Bring Out Your Undead

17. A Matter of Trust

18. What Are Little Girls Made Of?

19. Playing With Fire

20. Letters From a Dead Cleric

21. Fiends in the Dark

22. Invasion of Ravenford

23. The Cage

24. Alliances

25. Stop Dragon My Heart Around

26. Unexpected Friends

27. Assassins’ Lair

28. An Evil Discovery

29. Welcoming Party

30. Just Deserts

31. Dark Legacy

32. Into the Crypt

33. Resurrection

Story Continues

Also by F.P.Spirit

Also by K.J. Fogleman

About F.P. Spirit

About K.J. Fogleman

While most of Arinthar worship the Ralnai, or the Material Gods, there are those who revere the darkness. The denizens of the Abyss have always had their eye on this world, its path through the heavens seen as a stepping stone to the higher realms beyond. Those demon lords have their followers in this world, secretive demonic cults that seek to do their master’s bidding. Dark rituals, stolen souls, and murder are the agenda these groups seek to promote across the globe. They prey on the weak-willed, exploiting their basest desires, bending them down the path to darkness…

- Lady Lara Stealle, High Wizard of Penwick

1

Heartbreak

It looked like some sort of ritual had been performed on him

Night had fallen over Ravenford, house lights struggling to push back the darkness in the dreary weather that had descended upon the town. A blanket of mist had rolled in from Merchant’s Bay, the still waters seeming to disappear just a few yards off shore. A thin fog enveloped the entire town, its tendrils grasping at the walls of the keep on the hilltop to the north. Torches lined the parapets, seeming hard pressed to hold back the cold vapors that threatened to overrun the small castle.

The dismal weather matched the mood of the residents of the little town. The Baron of Ravenford, the town’s lord and protector these last eighteen years, was dead. Rumors abounded on the details of his demise, but all agreed that it had happened three days ago. The mood was equally somber in the throne room of Ravenford Keep. Glolindir Eodin and the rest of the companions had arrived a short while ago to find the Baroness and the Lady Andrella in mourning.

“We are truly sorry for your loss.”Elladan Narmolanya stood a step down from the ornate wooden chair that served as a throne. Even at this late hour, there were a few townsfolk in the rows of benches behind him. Baroness Gracelynn insisted on leaving the chamber open to anyone who wished to mourn their late monarch.

Elladan, as usual, was garbed all in white, except for a green cloak that hung at his shoulders and a pair of brown leather boots. Framed by a smooth mop of jet-black hair, the bard’s handsome face was filled with sympathy. His dark eyes glistened with just a hint of moisture as he bowed before the stately woman.

A thin smile spread across Gracelynn’s lips as she reached out a hand to the compassionate elf. “Thank you, my friends. We are glad to see you at this dark hour.”

Baroness Gracelynn was a strong woman, her demeanor cool and regal despite the tragic circumstances. The only visible trace of strain was the even lighter pallor of her normally porcelain skin against the dark colors she wore this eve. In every other way her appearance was immaculate, from her perfectly coiffed chestnut hair to the dark grey gown that covered the entirety of her lithe frame.

Elladan gently took the lady’s hand and kissed it. “Word only reached us late last night, or we would have been here sooner.”

“We’re just glad… that you are here now,” the Lady Andrella managed between sobs.

The young lady had put on a strong appearance when they first entered the throne room. Impeccably dressed in a fine black gown, her stony expression was starkly offset by her striking blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair. Yet the tears began to freely flow when she laid eyes upon the young Lloyd Stealle.

The tall, broad-shouldered youth immediately went to her, his lean but muscular arms wrapping around her slim shoulders. Andrella lay her head upon his scarlet-clad chest, the top of her blonde strands landing just below his chin. Beneath his shock of tousled brown hair, Lloyd’s deep blue eyes mirrored her sorrow.

“Please tell us what happened here.”

Aksel Alabaster climbed the few steps that led up to the throne and stood next to Elladan. The gnome appeared small in comparison to the elf, the crown of his copper-colored head barely reaching the bard’s hip. He too was garbed in white—the clerical robes of his order.

Gracelynn’s amber eyes fell upon the little gnome, her expression growing pained as she spoke. “Let us adjourn to a private room”—her voice dropped to a whisper—“the details of my husband’s… demise was not made known in general.”

Gelpas Ranblade, Captain of the Ravenford Guard, stood silently at Gracelynn’s shoulder. As she rose, the grim-faced, red-bearded man stepped down and contritely offered her his arm. He quietly escorted her to a small chamber off the throne room. The others followed, fanning out to take seats around the large table that occupied most of the small room.

Only Kalyn hesitated, the young reddish-brown-haired archer seemingly uncertain where to sit. Kalyn Rhan had joined the companions just a few days ago, assisting in their struggle to defeat the Serpent Cult. Afterwards she opted to join the companions as they rushed back to Ravenford.

“Sit wherever you want,” Seth Korzair advised as he brushed by her. The dark-haired, black-clad halfling was not one to be daunted by propriety.

Kalyn fixed her stormy gray eyes on the halfling’s diminutive frame, the side of her mouth upturning. “That’s easy for you to say, short-stack. You’re small enough you can sit wherever you want. I ain’t never been in such a fancy place. I feel like my backside is gonna leave a stain on these pretty polished chairs.”

Seth shrugged, his brown eyes dancing with amusement at her apparent predicament.

Lloyd accompanied Andrella, following just behind Kalyn. The trace of a smile formed on the young lady’s lips for the first time since they had arrived. “Oh, I like her. Anyone who can dish it out with Seth is okay in my book.”

Kalyn grinned at the young lady, her cheeks reddening with embarrassment.

“Come sit with us,” Andrella said, grasping Kalyn’s hand.

Moments later, all were seated except for Gelpas, who elected to guard the door. Gracelynn sat at the head of the table, flanked on either side by Elladan and Aksel. Andrella sat at the other end with Lloyd and Kalyn. Glo sat in the middle, opposite Seth and the heretofore quiet Donatello.

The slim, sandy-haired young elf had been unusually silent since they left Bendenwood this morning. They had ridden hard the entire way, reaching Ravenford just a few hours after nightfall. Yet Donnie had said almost nothing the entire time.

Glo assumed his sullenness stemmed from having to part with Alana. The pair had grown close during their adventures these last weeks, but in the end the lady knight had to return to her order.

Once everyone was seated, Gracelynn began her sad tale. “It was three nights ago. Gryswold had retired to his chambers after a long day of town business. I bid him good night and then adjourned to my own room. The guards were all at their regular stations along the hall; no one could have gotten by without them seeing.”

“Ahem,” Seth cleared his throat.

“Forgive me, Master Seth—no ordinary person.” Gracelynn gave the halfling a wan smile before continuing.

“The head butler, Gevies, usually goes in around ten o’clock to turn down my husband’s sheets and lay out his nightclothes. He reported the Baron fine when he saw him—tired, but otherwise in good spirits. Yet when Gevies went in to wake him in the morning, he found Gryswold’s body on the floor”—Gracelynn’s voice fell to a whisper—“with his heart cut out.”

Gasps erupted from around the room.

Glo’s eyes went wide. Even in a world with magic that could bring back the dead, death was not something to be taken lightly. There were consequences to death. Any attempt to recall the soul might fail. Worse, a malevolent spirit might take its place. Yet in a case like this, where the body was not intact, no spell could restore it enough to even try to recall the spirit.

Across the table, Lloyd grasped Andrella’s hand. The young lady’s eyes were red, but she valiantly fought back the tears.

Gelpas strode up behind Gracelynn and placed a hand on her shoulder. Elladan, in turn, reached over and gently patted her hand.

Gracelynn gazed up, her lips flattening into a slim smile. “I’m fine. I’m fine. Thank you, gentlemen.”

She waved them away, then took a deep breath and went on. “Once we realized what had been done, we called for Abbot Qualtan. He is more experienced a healer than I.”

Her blue eyes swept around the room with a fierce intensity. “Qualtan said it looked like some sort of ritual had been performed on him. He could do no more, though. Qualtan placed the body in a magical stasis, but said that if we could not retrieve the heart in a couple of weeks at most, Gryswold would be too far gone to bring back.”

Gracelynn sat up staunchly, but her face had gone ashen.

Andrella had gone pale as well. Her grip on Lloyd’s hand tightened to the point of turning white.

Kalyn reached out and grabbed her other hand, looking the young lady in the eyes and giving her a reassuring nod. Still fighting back tears, Andrella managed a feeble smile.

Glo found himself speechless. In all his training as a wizard, the tall blonde elf had never heard of such an abominable act. Gryswold was the first friend Glo had lost to death, and he wasn’t quite sure just yet how to handle it. He glanced around the table and saw his own shock mirrored in the others’ eyes. Even the normally unflappable Seth appeared shaken.

Aksel slowly rose to his feet. “Your ladyship, that is one of the most heinous acts I have ever heard of. I promise you, we will do whatever is in our power to find the Baron’s heart and return it so that he may be resurrected.”

Gracelynn’s eyes misted over as she stared at the little cleric. “Thank you, Cleric Aksel. We knew we could count on you”—her eyes swept around the table—“all of you.”

Glo wished he had some words of comfort, but realized the best thing they could do was exactly as Aksel said. The young elf quietly addressed the Baroness. “Lady Gracelynn, would it be possible for us to examine the Baron’s chambers?”

Gracelynn took a moment to wipe the moisture from her eyes, then turned to him. “Yes, of course.”

She slowly stood up, her shoulders straight and her jaw firmly set. Gracelynn then motioned toward the door. “Captain, please lead the way.”

A short while later, the companions gathered outside the Baron’s chambers. A solitary guard stood at the door.

Gracelynn addressed the group, her voice subdued. “We kept the room exactly as it was the night he was murdered. No one has been allowed in since Qualtan removed the body three days ago.”

Aksel bowed his head. “Thank you, your ladyship.”

He shifted his gaze to Donnie and Seth. “I think it best we wait out here while you two check things out.”

There was none of the banter between the duo that they all had come to expect. Both merely nodded, Seth leading the way as they entered the Baron’s chambers.

Glo peered in after them. It was a large room, with an ornate poster bed against one wall. A round table with some chairs stood in the corner next to the bed. Glo shifted around and spied a mirror, two dressers, and a large wardrobe on the opposite wall.

The wall across from the door held two windows that opened onto a balcony. The gardens were just visible through them, yet those were three stories down. Thus, there was no obvious way in or out of the room other than the doorway.

The bed was turned down and the Baron’s night clothes still lay there untouched. On the floor, at the foot of the bed, were stains of dried blood.

Donnie and Seth went straight to that spot, examining it carefully. Meanwhile, Aksel addressed the Baroness. “Could you send for the butler? I’d like to have a word with him.”

“Of course,” Gracelynn replied. She nodded toward Gelpas.

The Captain bowed. “At once, your ladyship.”

He glanced at the guard. “Go fetch Gevies and return with him as quickly as possible.”

“Yes, Sir!” The guard responded with a crisp salute, immediately taking off down the hall.

Kalyn stared after the guard, her mouth agape. “Sure are a lot of ladder rungs around here.” She abruptly snapped her eyes toward Gracelynn, her cheeks reddening as she moved behind Elladan with an apologetic smile.

In the meantime, Seth and Donnie had fanned out. The former moved to the outskirts of the room, while the latter crawled under the bed.

A minute or so later, Donnie extracted himself and rejoined the others. In his hands he held two items—a gaudy silver button and a strand of golden string. “What do you make of these?”

Elladan took the items and examined them closely. “The button could be from any fine jacket, but this string definitely belongs to a bard.”

He paused a moment, his head tilting, his eyes glancing upward. “In fact, if I remember correctly, our friend Balmaroh uses golden strings on his lute.”

Gracelynn’s tone was incredulous. “Are you suggesting this bard had something to do with my husband’s murder?”

Elladan held up his hands in front of him. “It was merely an observation, your ladyship. We just met him while passing through Vermoorden, but the man didn’t seem like the murdering type.”

Aksel nodded. “I concur, your ladyship. It’s really too soon to say anything for certain, but I promise you we will get to the bottom of this.”

Any further conversation was interrupted as the guard returned with the butler, Gevies. Aksel had Elladan question the man while the cleric covertly cast a spell. It was expertly done. Glo could barely feel the magic build up and release.

Glo exchanged a glance with the gnome, but Aksel shook his head. So, the butler didn’t do it.

Meanwhile, Elladan grilled the man. He showed him the two items Donnie had found.

Gevies responded stiffly. “The button is not the Baron’s. I know every coat he owned—that doesn’t belong to any of them. Furthermore, he didn’t play any musical instruments.”

Aksel nodded to Elladan and Gracelynn.

The Baroness sighed, then motioned toward Gevies. “Very well. That will be all.”

The butler bowed to the Baroness. “Very good, ma’am.”

He spun around and headed back down the hall, his boot heels clicking smartly as he went.

Gracelynn swept her eyes around the gathering. “So where does that leave us?”

“How about with a secret passage that leads outside the castle?”

All eyes turned to see Seth, who had just reappeared in the doorway.

“A secret passage?” Gracelynn pulled back, her eyes widening as they fell upon the halfling.

Seth’s lips twisted sideways. “Yup. There’s a secret door behind the wardrobe, with a dark passage beyond. It leads to a winding flight of stairs, and then a long corridor that comes out right behind the keep.”

Glo raised an eyebrow. It was not unheard of for royalty to have a hidden exit out of a castle in case of emergencies. “Lady Gracelynn, did you have any idea that was there?”

Gracelynn’s brow furrowed. “No. I had no idea.”

“Would Gryswold have known of it?” Donnie added softly.

“Not as far as I know,” Gracelynn responded. She gazed at Gelpas. “Captain?”

Gelpas looked as surprised as the Baroness. “I think he would have told at least one of us if he had, your ladyship.”

Aksel cleared his throat. “Well either way, now we know how the murderer got in.”

“Lady Gracelynn?” Seth spoke up again, his tone tentative.

She shifted her gaze toward him. “Yes, Master Seth?”

“Was the incision in your husband’s chest jagged, or a straight line?”

“What kind of a question is that? He’s a baron, not a skinned wolf!” Kalyn blurted out, her voice filled with horror.

The halfling fixed her with a dark stare. “It’s important.”

Gracelynn smiled at the young archer. “No, it’s fine if it will help you find the murderer. I believe Qualtan said it was a ‘very fine incision.’”

“Those were his exact words,” Andrella agreed.

Seth pursed his lips together and took a slow breath. “I thought so. This was no ordinary killing. The removal of the heart was expert, so as to not damage it. That could only be done by a physician—or a highly trained assassin.”

A dark shadow seemed to pass over the hall at Seth’s pronouncement. Everyone began talking at once.

The mayhem continued until Aksel cried over the din. “Quiet, please!”

All went silent, their eyes shifting to the little gnome.

Aksel, in turn, gazed at Donnie. “You mentioned an assassins’ guild on our trip out to Vermoorden.”

Donnie looked around and nodded. “Yes, there are rumors of one around the seedier side of town. Though I can’t imagine Balmaroh being an assassin. Still, if he isn’t, someone is going to an awful lot of trouble to implicate him.”

Something had been nagging at the back of Glo’s mind ever since they heard about the Baron’s death. He finally decided to bring it up. “While I agree that Balmaroh and Vermoorden bear looking into, I can’t help wonder the motive behind all this. Could it have something to do with Gryswold’s adventuring days?”

Gracelynn cast an appraising eye at the young elven wizard. “We did make our fair share of enemies in those days.”

“We?” Elladan asked the bereaved monarch.

Gracelynn slowly ticked off on her fingers as she answered. “Gryswold, myself, the Wizard Maltar, the Abbot Qualtan, the Druid Almax, and our departed friend, Flandril.”

Glo arched an eyebrow. It appeared that most of their old companions had settled down in Ravenford with them. “Interesting—though this is the first I’ve heard mention of this Flandril.”

A wistful expression crossed Gracelynn’s face. “He was a good friend and quite capable—sort of a cross between yourself, Glolindir, and Master Seth in his talents.”

The side of Seth’s mouth upturned slightly. “So a pyromaniac thief.”

Glo stared daggers at Seth, but Gracelynn let out the smallest of laughs. “Now that you mention it, he did have a penchant for fire spells.”

Aksel gingerly stroked his chin. “Anyway, you may be on to something there, Glo. While all the evidence points to Vermoorden, this also bears further scrutiny.”

The little cleric shifted his gaze to Seth. “What do you think?”

Seth stood with his arms folded. “I think it’s a good idea. I certainly don’t want all of you trailing me through the streets of Vermoorden.”

Aksel gave the halfling a weak smile. “Point taken.”

“Speak for yourself,” Kalyn huffed under her breath.

Glo snorted while suppressing a laugh. He shook his head at the exuberant archer, then shifted his gaze back to Aksel. “I agree as well. We should question Qualtan and Almax, but I also think it’s time for us to renew our search for Maltar. It’s too much of a coincidence that he was also attacked a couple of weeks ago.”

“I thought that was the Serpent Cult?” Lloyd said with narrowed eyes.

“Maybe… maybe not,” Glo responded slowly. “Either way, I think it’s worth a look.”

“Agreed,” Aksel said. He shifted his gaze back to Seth. “So, who’s going with you to Vermoorden?”

Kalyn started bouncing on her toes, holding her hand up, “Oh! Me, me, me! Pick me!” Her voice had turned into an excited squeak.

Seth swept his eyes across the group, halted momentarily on Kalyn, then finally settled on Aksel. “You and Martan.”

Kalyn’s mouth fell open, her shoulders drooping.

Aksel narrowed his eyes. “That’s all?”

Seth shrugged. “That’s all I need.”

Kalyn huffed and crossed her arms. “Fine. At least I won’t have to tolerate Martan if he’s with you.”

Aksel looked at Glo, ignoring the slighted archer. “And you?”

Gracelynn interrupted before the wizard could respond. “I can invite Qualtan and Almax for dinner tomorrow. You can question them there.”

Glo gave the monarch a brief smile. “That would work. As for Maltar, we’ve already examined his house. I think I’d like to have a look at his old tower on the keep grounds.”

“I have the key,” Andrella blurted, her eyes still puffy, but her jaw firmly set. “I can take you there in the morning.”

Aksel shifted his gaze from Andrella to Gracelynn. The Baroness dipped her chin in agreement. The little cleric bowed his head and pursed his lips. “Okay then, sounds like we have a plan.”

2

On the Road Again

Nice to see ‘a woman among the ranks for a change’

Kalyn Rahn was completely out of her element. When they had arrived in Ravenford yesterday evening, the sun had already set. Between the dark and the fog, she hadn’t seen much of the town. Yet now in the bright early morning sun, Kalyn could clearly see streets and buildings stretching out in all directions.

Give me a forest any day! If it weren’t for the heroes showing me around, I’d be lost sure as Fran is blind.

Ravenford had to be at least five times the size of Deepwood, if not bigger. Kalyn shaded her eyes with her hand and peered up the hill to the north. The spires of Ravenford Keep glistened a bright white in the morning sunlight.

Kalyn’s jaw had drooped open when they first approached the keep. She had never seen anything like it. The walls were taller than Deepwood Fort, and made out of stone to boot. The area inside the walls was so large that most of Deepwood proper could have fit in there.

The keep itself was yet another marvel. The entryway was taller and wider than her parent’s tavern. It had evoked many thoughts and feelings as she trudged through there, but two questions in particular stuck in her mind. How in the world do people live like this? Better yet, who cleans all that?

There had been other wonders as well that evening. Meeting a real live baroness was one of them. The Lady Gracelynn was the very definition of class. She was poised and elegant, yet tough as nails. She reminded Kalyn of a cross between the High Druid Lysandra of Bendenwood, and her good friend Fran.

The Lady Andrella appeared just as classy as her mother, yet far less aloof. Kalyn had not known what to expect at first, but when the young lady took her hand and insisted she sit with her, it had melted something in Kalyn’s heart. The attention Andrella focused on her was almost sisterly. Kalyn hadn’t realized ‘til that night just how much she missed having that.

Yet as impressed as she was with Ravenford and its royal family, the young archer could hardly contain her excitement about what was unfolding in front of her at this very moment. She was standing outside the Golden Golem Inn, of all places, watching the Heroes of Ravenford prepare for their next adventure.

“Pinch me,” she whispered to Martan.

“What?” the dour-faced archer exclaimed.

Kalyn shifted her gaze toward the man and knit her brow. Martan was tall and lean, his long brown hair outlining a ruggedly handsome face decorated with a close-cropped beard and mustache.

“Do you have any idea where we are?” she explained in a hushed voice.

Martan tilted his head to one side and stared at her. “Um, in the middle of the street?”

Kalyn swiped him across the arm with her hand. “No, orc brain. We’re outside the inn where it all began—where the Heroes got their start.”

Martan’s brow furrowed into deep folds. He paused a moment before responding, “And?”

Kalyn hit him again, this time harder. “Have you no sense of adventure? No love of the stirring tale?”

Martan narrowed an eye at her. “With these folks? I’m just happy to still be alive.”

Kalyn’s jaw sagged open. “Martan Folke, you... are... no... fun...”

“Hey, you two—less talking and more packing!” Seth called as he exited the doors of the Golden Golem. The halfling had his arms full as he strode across the porch toward a pair of dogs tied to the hitching post.

Both Aksel and Seth were too small in stature to ride horses. Thankfully, the livery here in Ravenford had a couple of canine mounts specifically trained for riding. They were gorgeous animals—tall, strong-looking great danes, one fawn colored, the other a black and white.

A brown and white pinto was hitched to the post beyond the two dogs. Kalyn smacked Martan on the arm and tilted her head toward the waiting animal. “You heard what short-stack said. Get packing already!”

Martan cast a hurt look at Kalyn, then strode off toward his mount, grumbling underneath his breath.

Kalyn wasn’t sure exactly why, but she took a great deal of pleasure in needling the gloomy young man. Maybe it was because she had years of teasing to make up for. He and Kalyn had been close ‘friends’ back in Deepwood—‘til Martan was accused of murder and took off without even so much as a goodbye.

Kalyn had been harboring resentment toward him ever since, a fact she made quite plain when the two were recently reunited. Yet not long afterwards, Kalyn discovered that her overprotective brothers were behind Martan’s sudden disappearance. That assuaged most of her anger, but she still liked needling him nonetheless.

“Don’t forget your lunch!” a lovely contralto voice practically sang out the door of the inn.

Shalla Vesperanna stepped through the open doorway, her arms laden with a large wicker basket. Elladan trailed immediately behind her, carrying a duplicate of the basket she held.

Kalyn couldn’t stop staring at Shalla as she sauntered across the porch. She was probably the most beautiful woman that Kalyn had ever seen. Shalla was tall and sultry with a heart-shaped face, tiny nose, and high cheekbones. A luxurious mass of wavy brown hair adorned her head, falling well past her slender shoulders.

Kalyn felt just a twinge of jealously as she regarded the lovely woman. How does she get her hair to fall like that? It’s so perfect…

Yet despite her good looks, Shalla was not conceited in the slightest. Elladan had introduced them last night when the Heroes adjourned for a late dinner. Shalla had welcomed Kalyn with open arms, quipping how it was nice to see ‘a woman among the ranks for a change.’ Kalyn had taken an immediate liking to her.

After dinner, Shalla and Elladan performed a duet for the patrons of the inn. Kalyn thought she had died and gone to the lands of evergreen. The duo practically glided around each other as they sang on that small stage. The chemistry between them was undeniable. They made quite the pair, the extremely handsome elven bard and the beautiful bardess.

“Sure you got enough packed in there?” Donnie commented. The sandy-haired elf flashed a sparkling smile from his porch chair next to Glolindir.

Shalla responded with a devastating smile of her own. “Don’t complain to me, Donatello. You seemed more than content after scarfing down three plates of pot pie for dinner last night.”

“Touché!” Elladan grinned at his cheeky companion.

Donnie definitely seemed in better spirits today. Even the normally serious Glolindir cracked a smile at the lively banter.

According to Martan, both elves had recently ended a relationship. Kalyn had met Alana during the fight against the Serpent Cult. When she parted from Donnie afterwards, it was obvious how much she would miss him. Yet Kalyn couldn’t fathom how this Elistra had left Glo. The flaxen-haired, blue-eyed elf was not only tall and rather good-looking, but possibly the smartest person Kalyn had ever met.

Kalyn silently shook her head. That Elistra must be a real shroom-sucker. Some folks just don’t realize what they have.

A black bird abruptly swooped down from overhead, landing on Glo’s outstretched arm. It was the wizard’s familiar, Raven.

“Nammë avánië, nammë avánië,” the dark crow cawed as she hopped around from foot to foot.

The tall elf smiled as he wagged a finger at his small companion. “No, I told you, not this time.”

Kalyn’s mind wandered to her animal friend, Elfar. He was a big silver lynx she had saved from a trap years ago when he was just a cub. He normally traveled with her everywhere, but he hated town. Kalyn knew he would be unhappy in Ravenford, so far away from his home forest, so she left him with her good friend, Fran. She missed him a great deal and silently cursed him for being such a stick-in-the-mud.

Once the baskets were packed, Aksel pulled Elladan aside. “Can I borrow your portal bag for this trip?”

Kalyn arched an eyebrow at the mention of the bag. Kalyn had never seen one before, but she had heard of them. Portal bags connected to another plane and could store far more inside than it appeared from the outside.

“Sure,” Elladan responded as he pulled a plain-looking purple bag from his belt. “Mind if I ask what you want it for?”

Aksel glanced around, his eyes narrowing. “First, has anyone seen Lloyd?”

“He went up to the keep at first light to see Andrella,” Glo answered.

“Like that’s a surprise,” Seth noted with a twist of his lips.

Aksel gave the halfling a hard stare, then continued. “Well, I’ve been sort of researching how to make armor from dragon scales—and since you still have that little red dragon stuffed in there, I was thinking of making Lloyd a suit of armor from it.”

Kalyn’s eyes went wide. She hadn’t actually seen Lloyd slay the little red dragon. Still, little was a relative term in this case. From what she had heard, the dragon was eight feet long from snout to tail.

Aksel’s voice took on a conspiratorial tone. “It’s a surprise though, so don’t anyone tell him.”

Elladan clasped the little gnome on the shoulder. “Well I think it’s a great idea, but I have something to ask in return.”

Aksel’s brow furrowed. “Oh, and what’s that?”

“Since you aren’t going to be using it, can I have the Boulder’s ring?”

Kalyn nearly yelped aloud, her eyes shifting toward the stone creature standing motionless in front of the inn. The Boulder was an impressive sight, standing nine feet tall with broad shoulders nearly half that size. Two eerie glowing eyes were inset into the great stone head that sat above those wide shoulders. Thick arms hung down on either side to the creature’s knees, each ending in hands the size of… well, boulders.

Aksel reached into his pocket and pulled out a rather plain-looking gold ring. “Here it is.”

A half-smile crept across the bard’s lips as he pocketed the ring. “Thanks. You never know when this could come in handy.”

With the last of the bags packed, Seth, Aksel, and Martan all swung up into their saddles. Everyone gathered out in the street to send off the trio.

A strange feeling twisted in the pit of Kalyn’s stomach as she watched Martan’s back slowly recede from her. She cupped her hands together and yelled after him. “Don’t go gettin’ yerself killed now, Martan Folke!”

Kalyn’s face reddened as she felt all eyes turn toward her.

“If anyone’s gonna kill ya, it’s gonna be me!” she added in an attempt to cover her embarrassment.

Martan glanced over his shoulder at her, both eyebrows raised, but he declined to comment.

Seth, on the other hand, was not so forgiving. “Don’t worry, Kalyn! I’m sure he loves you too!”

Kalyn turned red from head to toe.

3

Magic Circle

Beyond the door lay another room with three glowing rings in its center

Andrella Avernos had been raised to believe in “Noblesse Oblige,” that with nobility comes responsibility. It meant that her obligations as a noble took precedence over her own needs. It was a Penwick concept, one to which her father and mother firmly subscribed. Yet that belief system had never been so sorely tested as it had these last few days.

Andrella’s father was dead, brutally murdered. He had been her rock, her safe haven in a world full of monsters and petty nobles. Whether dealing with a bad dream or some self-centered suitor, Andrella could always turn to Daddy for support. Yet now he was gone.

The young lady wanted nothing more than to curl up into a ball and hide under her bedcovers. If she stayed there, maybe it would turn out to be just another bad dream. She would wake up and Daddy would in his chambers, right as rain.

Yet Andrella could not afford that luxury. Her mother needed her. Mother was strong, but Father had been her heart. Andrella had watched her mother closely these last few days. On the outside she wore a stony mask of nobility, acting as a rock for their people, but Andrella could see the toll it was taking on her. She had stood outside her mother’s doorway and heard the sobs in the night. When they took Father’s heart, they might as well have taken Mother’s, too.

Thus, Andrella couldn’t turn her back and hide from the world. She put on her own stony mask and was there for her mother and their people during this trying time.

A pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around her shoulders. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

Andrella gazed away from the full-length mirror in front of her, and into a pair of steel-blue eyes filled with concern. The young lady grasped those arms and breathed a deep sigh as she lay her head on the firm chest behind her. “I’ll be fine.”

Lloyd Stealle was a godsend. He was so much like her father—tall, strong, and handsome. Further, he followed that same moral code that her family held so dear. She felt safe in his arms. He was so unassuming, the exact opposite of the pompous suitors she was used to.

Lloyd spun her around and pulled her closer. “Just making sure. This couldn’t have been easy on you.”

Andrella lay her head beneath his strong chin, a contented sigh escaping her lips. She could be herself with Lloyd. He understood what it was like to have noble parents and to accept the responsibilities that went with it. He was still a little rough around the edges, but with a bit of polish he would make a fine duke someday.

“It wasn’t, but it’s much better now that you’re here.”

A strong hand lifted her chin to stare once again into those deep blue eyes. “Good, because I swear to you, we will find whoever did this, and recover your father’s heart.”

Andrella’s breath caught as wave of emotions threatened to overwhelm her. Lloyd was so much like her father that it magnified her sense of loss. Yet at the same time she felt a deep abiding love for this sweet, tender young man.

She stood up on her toes and pushed her lips against his, kissing him with wild abandon. Lloyd responded in kind, kiss after kiss sending sparks shooting throughout her body. She felt the heat rise to her cheeks, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts. When she could no longer breathe, she pulled away and stared again into that handsome face.

Lloyd smiled at her, his cheeks flushed bright red. “Whoa… if that was meant as incentive, you’ve done an excellent job.”

Andrella’s lips curved into an alluring smile. “Well, if you like that, you’ll love your reward when you make good on your promise.”

Lloyd’s eyes widened, his cheeks turning scarlet.

Andrella laughed aloud. Lloyd was so genuine, so easy to embarrass. He was a keeper—she wasn’t ever letting him go.

The young lady pushed away, her mood abruptly turning somber. They still had a long way to go if they were to save her father. She opened the jewelry box on top of her dresser and pulled out the key to the tall tower across the courtyard.

“Anyway, the others should be arriving soon. Let’s go and see what Maltar has hiding in that tower.”

Four figures waited for them at the entrance to the tower—Elladan, Glolindir, Donatello, and Kalyn. Andrella was well acquainted with the first three, but knew nothing about the new girl.

“Do you have the key?” Elladan called out.

Elladan was a strikingly handsome elf. His performances had been the highlight of her birthday party. Yet the bard was surprisingly humble offstage.

“Right here,” Andrella replied, holding it up as she strode past them.

“You might want to hand that to Donnie,” Glolindir called after her.

Andrella stopped in mid-step and turned to face the tall flaxen-haired elf. Glolindir was quite intelligent—smarter than Maltar, she would daresay. Yet he was also very brave. Andrella would never forget how he took the brunt of a ball of fire to save the guests at her party.

She narrowed an eye at him. “Why’s that?”

“From what I heard, Maltar’s home had traps on its traps,” Donatello quipped.

The slim elf was a bit of an enigma. His boyish good looks and devil-may-care attitude belied the soul of a hero. Yet, he had stood side by side with Lloyd when those giant serpents appeared in the midst of the courtyard.

Andrella held up the key for Donnie to grab. “Be my guest.”

“Ladies and gents, there goes the brave elf, to face certain explosion and humiliation. How far will he be blown into the sky this time?” Kalyn said with a half twist of her lips.

Andrella had never met Kalyn before last night. The young woman intrigued her. Lloyd had said she was an expert archer and tracker. She certainly dressed the part in that dirty green outfit.

Elladan snorted. “I think she’s got your number, Donnie.”

Already at the doorway to the tower, Donnie cast a dark look over his shoulder. “And when have you known me to blow up anything?”

Kalyn clasped her hands behind her back and kicked the dirt with her toe. “Oh, I’ve heard stories…”

“Don’t believe everything Seth tells you,” Donnie called back to her as he examined the lock on the door.

Everyone chuckled after that, even Andrella. It was the first time she had laughed in days, and it felt good.

While Donnie continued to fiddle with the lock, Andrella covertly appraised Kalyn. The young woman was certainly feisty, but she also had a marvelously slim figure, a head of long, wavy, reddish-brown hair, storm-gray eyes, and ivory skin. A good bath, the right dress, some makeup to cover those freckles, and a proper styling to that unkempt hair would turn Kalyn into a courtly beauty.

Andrella made up her mind then and there—Kalyn would be her side project. It would be a welcome distraction with everything that was going on right now.

Click.

Donnie grinned as he pushed open the door to the tower. “See, nothing to worry about, folks.”

The tower was comprised of circular rooms, with a spiral staircase in the center leading up to the two floors above and a basement below. The group stood on the ground floor, a living area complete with a kitchen and a large open hearth. The second floor was split into four separate bedrooms, while a lab and scant library took up the top floor. Both were mostly empty. Maltar must have brought most of his things with him when he moved across town.

A thorough search turned up nothing of interest until they reached the basement. Another circular area, it was stacked with numerous crates and boxes. Yet off to one side, Donnie found a hidden door. There was some sort of trap on the entryway, but Donnie disarmed it without incident.

Beyond the door lay another room with three glowing rings in its center. The blue rings circled each other in a crisscross fashion, taking up most of the room.

A dazzling portrait of the celestial spheres was meticulously drawn on the ceiling above the circle. It depicted the seven heavens, the area in between, and the many layers of the abyss. A wide oval traversed the portrait, mapping the path of Arinthar through the spheres. An intricate network of piping was suspended from the ceiling, mirroring that path. A single rod hung down from the pipework, with an orb at the top that appeared to be a tiny model of Arinthar.

Once Donnie deemed it safe, Glolindir went to examine the rings, the pipework, and the portrait above. Deep creases lined the wizard’s brow. “I’m not completely sure, but I think this is some kind of teleportation magic.”

Elladan stood next to him, his arms folded across his chest. “Maybe this is how Maltar left Ravenford unnoticed.”

Glo gave his friend a curt nod. “Possibly. The immediate question is how does it work?”

“Magic!” Kalyn crossed her arms, giggling at her own joke.

Glo glanced at the young woman with a single raised eyebrow.

Elladan stood back and gazed up at the ceiling. “I read somewhere that points in the sky can be used to map out locations on the ground.”

Glo steepled his hands in front of his lips. “I remember reading that, as well.” He walked over to the hanging rod. “This looks like it could be moved along the pipes…”

“…which means it could be used to point out a specific location,” Andrella finished for him.

Glo spun around and nodded at the young lady, clearly impressed. “So if that’s true, we have the means of setting where we want to teleport. The next question is how the circle is invoked.”

“Maybe with this?” Donnie stood off to one side of the room, next to a podium that hadn’t been there before.

“Where did that come from?” Lloyd asked as they all strode over for a closer look.

“A hidden panel I found in the floor,” Donnie explained. “As soon as it opened, this pedestal popped out of it.”

The podium was adorned with a single red lever and a long blue horizontal bar that matched the light of the rings.

Elladan bent down for a closer look. “This lever probably turns on the rings.”

Glo gazed back up at the ceiling. “That makes sense. If Maltar used this circle to escape, then the piping should mark the place he teleported to…”

“…which means we could use it to follow him,” Lloyd finished his thought.

Glo’s expression grew pensive. “Maybe, but I’d still like to know more about how this thing works before we try it.”

Andrella cleared her throat. “I think I may know a way.”

All eyes turned to the young lady.

Elladan gazed at her with a semi-smile. “I knew you were more than just a pretty face.”

Andrella gave the handsome elf an ironic smile. “Thanks... I think. Anyway, when I was younger, I studied with Maltar for a while. I remember seeing a book in the library at his house, with a few drawings that looked just like the map on the ceiling and those rings.”

Glo arched an eyebrow at her. “Would you recognize the book if you saw it again?”

Andrella nodded. “I think so. It had a red binding and was written in gnomish, titled something like Magical Devices from Before the Fall.”

Glo whistled. “A book from before the fall of the Baleful Moon? That’s a rare find indeed.”

Andrella felt rather pleased at the wizard’s praise. She swept her gaze across the small group. They all seemed impressed, except for Lloyd, who looked puzzled.

“Andrella, you can read gnomish?”

The young lady giggled. “Among a few other languages. Uncle Kelvick spared no expense when it came to my studies.”

Lloyd picked her up and spun her in a circle. “Andrella, you’re amazing!”

His enthusiasm made her giggle once more. “Lloyd, put me down.”

The young man immediately complied, a sheepish grin crossing his face. “Sorry.”

Glo held his hand out, palm up. “Well then, young scholar, care to lead the way to Maltar’s house?”

Andrella executed a perfect curtsy, a grin upon her face. “Why, it would be my pleasure, good Sir.”

It had been nearly three years since Andrella had set foot in Maltar’s home—the cottage he had moved to when he left the tower at Ravenford keep. Today the once-immaculate place looked like a disaster had hit it. The foyer doors had been ripped clean off the walls, pieces of furniture were strewn all over the hall, and the stairwell was covered with dried blood. Lloyd had told her about the battle they had here with assassins, but the extent of the damage far outstripped her imagination.

A whistle drew Andrella’s attention to Kalyn. The young archer stared wide-eyed at all the damage.

“Someone sure had a wild party.” Kalyn touched some of the dried blood on the wall before leaning forward and sniffing it.

“Kalyn!” Andrella gasped.

The archer looked at her, perplexed. “What? You can tell a lot about a monster by their blood, and track ‘em easier, too.”

“Well first, that’s probably Glo’s blood down here,” Lloyd explained with a wan smile. “Second, you won’t be tracking those monsters. They didn’t exactly leave the house.”

Kalyn grinned, crossing her arms. “You guys got ‘em?”

Lloyd shook his head. “No. Maltar’s trap did that. We were too busy trying to save Glo from a giant whirlwind.”

Kalyn’s eyes grew wider. She quickly glanced over at the tall elf.

Glo wore a slight smile. “Not one of my finest moments.”

Kalyn swept her eyes around the hall again. “Oh! So, this is where that story happened! Ha! I’m walking in the remains of a hero battle! This is epic!”

A smile crept across Andrella’s lips. Kalyn seemed positively enthralled with the group’s past adventures.

The companions wound their way around the wreckage, up to the library on the third floor. Thankfully this room was as pristine as Andrella remembered, filled with row upon row of tall bookshelves that reached all the way to the ceiling. There was a ladder with rollers against each wall, allowing access to the highest shelves.

The six of them split up and scoured the place for any book with red binding. There were a surprising number of them, but none written in gnomish. Nearly three quarters of an hour passed when Lloyd called out, “Is this it?”

The young man floated down from the ceiling, carrying a huge red tome in his hands.

“Couldn’t use a ladder like everyone else?” Donnie teased.

Lloyd landed and pointed around the room. “I would’ve, but they’re all occupied.”

Kalyn whacked Donnie on the arm. “Hey, I’d be flying too, if I had a cloak like his. Wouldn’t you?”

Donnie flashed her a toothy smile. “Probably.”

Meanwhile, Lloyd had placed the heavy tome on the table in the center of the room with a loud thunk. Everyone gathered around as Andrella gazed at the cover. There was the picture of a fractured moon on the front with a title above written in gnomish.

“You were right, Andrella,” Glo said from over her shoulder. “It reads, Magical Devices from Before the Fall of the Baleful Moon.”

Andrella cast a quick grin at the wizard, then cracked the tome open and paged through it. The book was as long as it was heavy. It took another quarter of an hour before she found the page she was looking for. On that page was an illustration of the crisscrossed rings they had seen in the tower. The next page over had another drawing of the map of the celestial spheres. On the page behind it was a picture of the pedestal with the lever and the blue bar.

Glo and Elladan crowded in on either side of Andrella, and the three of them pored over the text around the illustrations. After a minute or so, the bard cried out exultantly, “I was right! The path of Arinthar through the spheres depicts longitude and latitude…”

“…and the pipes and rod are used to set the destination,” Andrella finished for him.

Elladan grinned at her. “Once set, you pull the lever to invoke the teleportation spell.”

“And it all works because… magic.” Kalyn whispered to Donnie.

Donnie winked back at her.

“Yes… that all makes sense…” Glo murmured absently. “But I still want to know… wait, here it is.”

The wizard pointed a finger to a passage on the page next to the picture of the device. “The blue bar designates the amount of stored magic available in the circle. The bar must be completely full to invoke teleportation. Once used, the rings must recharge before teleporting again.”

Donnie stroked the light-haired stubble on his chin. “Sounds easy enough. The blue bar was full, so we all just need to go through at the same time.”

It made sense to Andrella, but Glo still looked uncertain. “Hopefully it’s that simple, but that begs the question, where is the circle set to?”

Elladan snapped his fingers. “If I remember right, there were a couple of maps laid out in Maltar’s lab.”

The elven bard led the way, down the hall to the other end. The door opened to Maltar’s private lab.

As she stepped through the entrance, Andrella’s eyes went wide with wonder. She had never been allowed in here during her days as an apprentice. The room was lined with multiple tables, their tops covered with vials and beakers of various-colored liquids, many connected by crazy sets of tubing. There were at least a half-dozen experiments sitting there unattended. Maltar sure must have left in a hurry.

“Oooh! A fancy whisky distiller!” Kalyn squealed as she hurried up to the table and scanned the vials and beakers appraisingly. “I know a few folk in Deepwood who’d give a basket full of ‘shrooms’ to get their hands on this.”

“By ‘a few people,’ you mean Fran?” Donnie noted wryly.

Kalyn glanced up at him and grinned. “You said it, not me.”

Elladan went to a table with a parchment spread across it. It was a detailed map of the Island of Lanfor, a small island kingdom directly east of Thac. Next to it lay a half-rolled parchment. Elladan picked it up and examined it, his face lighting up.

“Ah ha!” The bard unrolled the thick paper over the other, covering it with a map of the Isle of Thac. Everyone gathered around as he ran his finger across the top, then down. “Based on the location of the rod, the place we are looking for should be… here”—Elladan pointed to a spot near the center of the isle—“right next to the Silver Lakes and the town of Tarsmoor.”

“Tarsmoor?” Glo exclaimed. “What would Maltar be doing all the way out there?”

Lloyd appeared equally surprised. “Isn’t that where you, Seth, and Aksel were coming from when we first met?”

Glo nodded slowly, but his eyes were unfocused as if his mind were somewhere else entirely. “I think we have company.”

A small black bird winged its way into the room and hovered in front of the wizard. It was Raven. Andrella had heard that wizards were linked empathically to their familiars, but this is the first she had seen it in practice.

“Shalla naasinome. Shalla naasinome,” the black bird cawed.

A moment later, the bardess’ voice drifted in from the hall. “Hello!”

Elladan immediately spun around and went to the open doorway.

“Is anybody here?” Shalla cried again.

Elladan strode out into the hall to the top of the stairs.

“We’re up here!” he called down the stairwell.

Footsteps drifted up the staircase, and then the lovely bardess appeared on the landing below.

“Ew… this place is a mess,” she said, tiptoeing around the dried blood on the stairs. When she finally saw them, she stopped her ascent. “Ah, there you are.”

Elladan’s comely brow knit together. “What are you doing here?”

Shalla’s hands went to her hips. “I thought you’d like to know that a group of Dunwynn Sky Knights just descended upon Ravenford Keep.”

Kalyn let out a low hiss, like a cat.

Andrella exchanged a worried glance with Lloyd. Dunwynn Sky Knights?

Shalla’s lips twisted into a wry smile. “And you’ll never guess who’s leading them.”

“Who?” Lloyd blurted out.

“Sir Fafnar.”

4

Sky Knights

I see you’ve been relegated to the status of errand boy

Lloyd Stealle entered the throne room of Ravenford Keep prepared for almost anything. Yet what he observed there caught him completely by surprise. Sir Fafnar Strakentir knelt on one knee at the base of the steps in front of the Lady Gracelynn. It was the last thing Lloyd had expected from the arrogant noble.

When Shalla informed them of Sir Fafnar’s arrival, Lloyd had anticipated the worst. The companions rushed across town to find about a dozen hippogriffs and a half-dozen Sky Knights waiting in the courtyard of the keep. The rest of the unexpected guests were already being received in the throne room.

Now Lloyd pulled up short, just beyond the throne room doors. There were a few quiet complaints as his companions nearly crashed into him, but Lloyd maintained his focus on Sir Fafnar.

The noble didn’t look much different. Still garbed in a powder-blue Dunwynn uniform, a sword and axe hung from either side of his belt. Light brown hair flowed down his shoulders, and a pencil-thin goatee and mustache adorned his thin face. Yet he no longer wore that haughty sneer Lloyd had become accustomed to. Instead, his expression was rather contrite.

“Dunnies, go home,” Kalyn whispered under her breath.

A few chuckles erupted from the companions.

“Shh,” Lloyd silenced his friends as Fafnar spoke.

“I understand this is a trying time for you, Lady Gracelynn. If it please your ladyship, I would like to present myself and this small contingent of Dunwynn knights for you to command. Please use our services as you see fit for the benefit of Ravenford.”

A hushed silence fell over the room at the Lieutenant’s declaration. Considering his attitude the last time they crossed paths, this seemed completely out of character for the Dunwynn noble.

Lloyd felt a slim hand slide into his. He glanced over to see Andrella peering at him, a single brow arched above her eye. Lloyd shrugged. While Fafnar sounded sincere, he found it difficult to believe the noble had changed so drastically in such a short amount of time. Still, there was a way to find out.

As the name implied, there were spiritual elements to the discipline of the spiritblade. It was not something Lloyd excelled at—his brother and sister were far more adept than he. Nonetheless, Lloyd now attempted to use that skill to gauge Sir Fafnar’s true intent.

The young man quieted his mind and connected with his inner self. He felt the energy flow from his core through his body. He pushed it out across the room, in the direction of Sir Fafnar. As he did so, the Lady Gracelynn broke the strained silence.

“I must say Sir Fafnar, we are very grateful for your surprisingly generous offer. Still, I do believe we have things well in hand for now.”

Fafnar’s face momentarily darkened—there was the arrogant noble they all knew. Yet he quickly caught himself, his features softening once again. “I am sure that is not completely true, your ladyship, but I do understand why you may not want my services.” The side of his mouth upturned slightly. “I did not exactly make a good impression on my last visit.”

Elladan stepped past Lloyd and called across the chamber. “I guess the Duke didn’t think so, either. I see you’ve been relegated to the status of errand boy.”

Fafnar stood to face the bard, his expression unreadable. Elladan returned his gaze with a quasi-smile. After a moment or two, a deep sigh escaped the noble’s lips. “As you intimate, my poor performance last time I was here did not go unpunished.”

“Couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy,” Donnie murmured under his breath.

Kalyn snorted. “Better put some butter on that burn.”

Lloyd’s focus wavered momentarily, but he managed to wrestle it back under control. As far as he could sense, there had been brief dark spikes in Fafnar’s aura, but they disappeared as quick as they had appeared. There was still a trace of negativity in the man, but that seemed to be directed mostly inward.

Glo strode up next to Elladan, the tall elf trying hard not to choke. “Your ladyship, all good intentions aside, we have more pressing matters to discuss at the moment.”

Fafnar cast a curious glance at the elf, but Gracelynn interrupted him as she rose from her seat.

“Sir Fafnar, thank you again for your concern and your generous offer, but you will have to excuse us for now.”

Fafnar eyed Glo a moment longer, then turned and executed a deep bow before the Baroness. “As you wish, your ladyship. But please do give our offer some further thought.”

Gracelynn regarded the noble for a few moments, then held out her hand to him. “Very well. In the meantime, we are hosting a dinner tonight for a few special guests. Please be kind enough to join us.”

“Oh boy. Guess who’s coming to dinner,” Donnie quipped under his breath.

This time, Lloyd nearly choked as Fafnar took Gracelynn’s hand and kissed it. “It would be an honor, your ladyship.”

“That hand’s gonna need lots o’ washin’,” Kalyn noted as the companions filed across the room.

“Kalyn!” Andrella admonished the young woman as she tried desperately to suppress a laugh.

Once again they had gathered in the side chamber off the throne room. Elladan had just finished reporting to Lady Gracelynn what they had found in the tower and Maltar’s home.