He had taken to wandering listlessly about the palace, slouching in his stance and dragging his feet. When he and Xain would sit together and drink wine, Loren overheard him confide to the wizard that he was bored out of his skull and would much rather be on the road with his mother’s army than cooped up here like some prize hog. But today when he came to them, there was a bounce in his step and a rare light in his eyes. “We received the first messenger back from the army,” he told them. “They have just reached Redbrook and now march west for Wellmont.” “They have made good time,” said Xain. “They are fighting men and have sat on this island for years and years with no wars to fight,” said Eamin. “They were eager. The letter says the Dorsean army has already retreated from Selvan lands, and its generals have sent messages to the High King’s army begging for mercy.” “Have they guessed that we know of their scheming with the Shades?” said Xain. “That is what it sounds like,”
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