The following morning Ravenna went to the buttery to join Knarra for breakfast. A tall young man who bore striking resemblance to the Priestess sat with Knarra. He stood respectfully when Ravenna entered and extended his hand toward the elf.
Knarra said, “Captain Ravenna, I’d like you to meet my and Roscoe’s son Eyerthrein, the High Priest of Donothor.”
Eyerthrein said, “I’m honored to meet a true hero of Donothor. Stories of your valor fill our tomes and fireside conversations. Mother, you did not exaggerate about her beauty and resemblance to Erinnia.”
Ravenna said, “Take your seat, Eyerthrein. You said, Roscoe is his father. That means you and the Mage of Briar Garden are… together.”
Knarra smiled and answered, “Yes, he is my life mate.”
Ravenna sat down and said, “Lots of things have happened while I was away.”
The three had a glorious breakfast. The fruits of the forest had sustained Ravenna during her recent journey. The elf ate ravenously. After the repast the three made ready. Curates supplied Ravenna with riding gear. Farriers had prepared three stout warhorses.
“Why are the horses not armored? Where are the Rangers that will escort us to Lyndyn? Why are no archers on the allure?” the elf queried.
“We enjoy peace. The men work the fields. We have not felt a threat these fifteen years,” Eyerthrein answered.
“Youth! But were it to return!” a gruff voice interrupted.
“Roscoe! I could never forget the voice. Are you well?” Ravenna politely asked.
“As well as three millennia will allow, my red-haired friend. Seeing you makes me remember the vigor of youth, but I also remember constant peril. I am comfortable with my station in life. I am loved,” the old Sorcerer answered.
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