They watched her, their faces a mix of emotions, lined up like the letters of the alphabet. Baenar leered, his foot on the back of Elias, the innkeeper.
Elias’ wife, Trina, hung from Caeradin’s muscled arms, a hopeless look on her tear-streaked face.
“What is this, then?” Haera asked, sword resting casually on her shoulder.
Moses, intensely eyeing Baernar, braced himself beside Haera’s leg.
“You’re being conscripted,” Ashanai said.
“I left that life,” Haera said. “I’m done.”
Ashanai laughed and tossed four bloodied ribbons at her feet.
Moses jumped back, bleating.
“Faas, Ilain, Jaie, and Kallisto are dead.”