Davyn nodded in Tus direction in a silent thanks, everything about him was sullen. She had quickly retreated. The second-mate didnt want to get caught in the middle of another of Icefire and Davyns own arguments, whether it be about the best way to get to the last cursed wizard, or one of their many other usuals. Their most repetitive, shed taken note, had been of Nearras use of magic.
The young ranger raised his clenched fist, readying to pound on the door, to alert the elf and Nearra of his presence.
Not that Nearra would notice if I were standing right in front of her these days, he thought with bitter contempt.
Who the anger was directed at not even he knew for sure. Icefire was somewhere at the top of the list in Davyns eyes thought, that was for sure.
Please, Icefire, Nearra sounded as if shed been just giggling, her voice slowly changing to that of a solemn tone. I really need to talk to you, her voice