CHAPTER 75

Darrow and the other Terrasen lords had spent
their time wisely these past few months, thank
the gods, and Orynth was well stocked against
the siege marching closer with each passing
hour.
Food, weapons, healing supplies, plans for
where the citizens might sleep should they
flee into the castle, reinforcements at the
places along the city and castle walls where
the ancient stone had weakened—Aedion had
found little at fault.
Yet after a fitful night’s sleep in his old
room in the castle—awful and strange and