He lay naked in a soft bed, the eerie green light from six of the thirteen moons leaking through a window and playing across the beams of the ceiling. Bit by bit Ridmark’s brain caught up to his confusion, and he realized that he was in the keep of Dun Licinia, in a guest chamber at the top level. He must have been more tired than he had thought. Ridmark turned his head. Morigna lay curled on her side next to him, eyes closed, her black hair a tangled pool around her head. The light of the moons gave her pale skin a strange greenish cast, and for a moment he had the alarming idea that she had been drowned. Yet her chest shifted as she drew breath, and realized that the fear was unfounded. Yet was it?The strange sense of dread did not leave him.Ridmark sat up. As far as he could tell, their room was undisturbed. His clothes and armor and weapons lay scattered across the floor with Morigna’s. The rough soulstone rested in its pouch at his discarded belt. Ridmark felt a flicker of guilt.
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