Amunet asked, and I returned my attention to keeping her entertained. “Not all that long. We’ve had a sort of… whirlwind courtship.” “And he set you up as Elder of the West, that’s so sweet.” Then she did know who I was. “No, actually, I got the gig on my own. At the time he was laying low.” “Ah, I see. That’s understandable. I commend you on your cunning and strength then.” “What’s understandable?” “That Jakob was laying low, as you say. In truth, I was most surprised to find him openly holding court again.” “Why is that?” “It’s no secret he’s preferred to remain in seclusion for so long.” “But it is a secret why, and you seem like you know what that secret is,” I pressed. She seemed about to reply when her lips pursed speculatively. “Perhaps it’s best to curb any gossip where Jakob is concerned. The Ellri are not known for forgiveness.”
What do You think about Hear Me When The Sun Goes Down?
