But perhaps there would be none for them
after all.
Dorian lingered by the wyverns to answer the
questions of the Crochans who either did not
want to or were perhaps too skittish to ask the
Thirteen what had occurred in the Ferian Gap.
No, a host was not rallying behind them.
No, no one had tracked them. Yes, Manon had
spoken to the Ironteeth and asked them to
join. Yes, they had gotten in and out alive.
Yes, she had spoken as both Ironteeth and
Crochan.
At least, Asterin had told him so on the
long flight back here. Speaking to Manon,
discussing their next steps ... He didn’t
bother. Not yet.
And when Asterin herself had gone quiet,
he’d fallen deep into thought. Mulled over all
he’d seen in the Ferian Gap, every twisted hall