Isseya announced as Revas landed in the courtyard of Hossberg’s castle. “We followed one of the stragglers from tonight’s skirmish back to their hole. It isn’t too far from here, and it’s narrow enough that our mages should be able to collapse it easily.” “You’re thinking we’ll be able to cut off the darkspawn’s reinforcements?” Garahel asked. He had already been back for some time; his golden hair was dark from fresh bathing and he’d changed out of his flight armor into a soft robe suitable for sleeping. Amadis, Isseya noted, had also bathed and changed. Even as she watched, the human woman circled an arm around Garahel’s waist. The two of them had gotten shameless about flaunting their relationship. Who was she to lecture them about discretion, though? They were breaking no laws, and etiquette seemed an absurdity in the face of the Blight. “Exactly,” Isseya said. She unbuckled Revas’s harness and began smoothing out the furrows that the straps had left in the griffon’s sleek black fur.
