Catch up

He had told Nirah that he could stay until the end of Autumn, but on the day that Nirah might have left, the Armada had faced a disaster. On top of that, neither he nor Recluse’s son had managed to dig any further into her death. Time raced ahead of them, and he could feel it passing through his old bones.

“Nirah” He said, nodding his head to the red tinged wolf to return the greeting. “I know things haven’t turned out as they have hoped, but if you wish to stay longer in the Armada, you may. I know you have further to go in your training, and we have still felt so little…” He grimaced, that Recluse’ murder still had their freedom grated at him.


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