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“And they ran, right? I thought she would appear with the alarm being raised. “Where is she? She hadn’t fully overcome the trauma of killing Relaria. Don’t ignore me.”
I darted after the offending warrior. My fingers strummed on the lyre, my voice singing a calming song, keeping panic out of the air. They hurtled closer faster and faster, racing at us. It was a good tactic, I supposed. He is your new husband, Lord, and Master.”
The Halanian kissed Xandra while I trembled. She had to be protected. I had my alchemical bombs. He let out a roar of pain. And still no sound. I sang by rote, my fingers dancing across my lyre. To a man. Around Faoril, the only tracks were narrow, a mix of hand and footprints. “Let’s go, Xera,” I said, casting one last look at camp. My blade passed through nothing. Xera walked around the burned glass, staring at the disturbed sand. Camels bayed. He slumped to the right, teetering for a moment, and then fell out of the camel and tumbled across the ground.