Chapter 92. Wanted Elves

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Using a map looks easier than it actually is. Argell had a certain fluidity to it, the way he’d tilt his head and frown impressively while he stared at the very same map I now hold in my hands. And all it is to me is a network of blue lines, red dots and yellow impressions. I can barely make out the name, ‘Tussel’ and even then, the lines jumble up the whole thing.

They don’t mean a river, though, I’m sure of that; the creek runs across the plains and ruins of Eldad behind me, separating these parts from the forest that line the borders of Asthan. No, these lines mean something else, most probably some secret meant for the ‘inner circle.’

And where are they now? Argell, Veesa, Haron, Jenna. The twins. Caivan. The son of a bitch who had vanished immediately those beasts attacked. I had caught a whiff of his scent, above the starks smell of smoke, but was in no mood to go for a bleeding scout. And definitely not in a mood to see his face. There is only one place