Curious as to whom her visitor might be, she opened the door to see the heavy-set police Senior Constable from her accident three weeks earlier. “Miss McDonald,” he quaffed his hat and wiped the perspiration from his brow. Jen nodded. “Nice to see you recovered,” he said. “I’m Senior Constable...
Belatedly he remembered the silver circlet Maran had urged him to wear, the same circlet now lying unheeded on the table beside his carefully unpacked saddlebag. Aran guessed that this formal tunic had also come from the Archmage’s wagon, and he wondered, a little bitterly, what else the Archmage...