Chapter 66. Knowledgeable

CYRAN

The bathhouse is where I head after the cremation. I hope for some quiet, but also Gylen.

Before the fire had died down, Gylen walked away, conspicuous in his dark brown coat. I waited a while before following him, a decision I regret a bit. If a wolven wished to stay hidden, he would stay hidden.

I push the door open, cursing and wincing when it creaks loudly. I blink once to adjust my sight to the darkness, and the first thing I notice is that the water is gone. Drained out, it seems, and the place is just an empty, normal hut with a small trench in the ground. Perfect.

A wooden stool stands beside the door. The work of a seasoned craftsman, its four legs are carved with symbols…no, not symbols. Wolf faces, styled to resemble ideograms.

“Wonderful workmanship.”

The dirk is in my hand before I turn, but it’s just Ronn.

I right my stance as I lower the blade but I don’t sheath it. Whenever I see him, tall and threatening in his ash cl