He had too much on his mind, what with the news he’d gathered on his trip to Nimbronia and now Shiroxx’s attempt to manipulate Jahrra. How was he going to tell her that they might be required to leave Lidien much sooner than he had ever hoped? If the reports were accurate, and he had little doubt that they were, then the Tyrant’s men were at this very minute leaking into Felldreim’s borders and slowly making their way to Lidien. How they had managed to get past the magic was beyond his knowledge, but if they reached the great city there would be immeasurable catastrophe, he was certain of it. As daunting as this information might be Jaax had other things to worry about at the present. He glanced out of the window behind his desk, noting that the trees were still a black silhouette against the dark sky. At least two more hours before dawn; two more hours before he had to go talk to Shiroxx and stress that she needed to stay away from Jahrra. He sighed and rubbed his scaled knuckles against his forehead, the spirit stone in his ring glinting in the pale candlelight.
