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should have known better.
The guards’ faces became clear. Dorian
embraced the portrait of a tired, bored
handler.
He waited for the questioning, but it never
came.
They simply waved him through, equally
tired and bored. And cold.
Asterin had given him a layout of the
Northern Fang and the Omega across from it,
so he knew to turn left upon entering the
towering hallway. Wyvern bellows and grunts
sounded all around, and that rotting scent
stuffed itself up his nose.
But he found the stables precisely where
Asterin said they’d be, the blue mare patient
while he loosely tied her chains to the anchor
in the wall.
Dorian left Narene with a soothing pat to
her neck, and went to see what the Ferian Gap