The conversation with Tennara and the incident with the beyonders weighed heavily on her mind. Upon her return to Sohan, she planned to talk to Aminda at once. By the time Cirang arrived to tell her twisted version of the tale of the battle, Aminda would already have heard it.The glow of the village at the Lucky Inn grew brighter as Daia neared, and the drone of distant conversation punctuated by laughter and shouting coaxed her out of her long reverie. A knotted rope passed through a hole in the stone wall beside the gate, and she leaned over in the saddle and yanked it, clanging a bell on the other side. The crisp and cool night air raised bumps on her skin. She rubbed her hands up and down her arms while she waited for someone to let her in. At last, the heavy gate swung open and she clicked her tongue to urge her mare through.The Lucky Inn had expanded considerably since Daia’s first stay a dozen years ago when she and her family had traveled to Calsojourn. Now the sleeping rooms were in a separate building to the left of the circular roadway, and the tavern and betting hall filled the entire building to the right.
