Chapter 23

Just then, a large, burly centurion came up to their table. His skin was a dark brown, his hair worn in long braids, his build more imposing than both the Baret Wray and Airk Ranon combined. His features were rough and rugged, and he moved with an infinite grace seemingly impossible for someone of his stature. The weathered antlers sprouting from his head were larger than those of a full-grown stag. He turned his black eyes to Airk and, in a rumbling voice, said, “Airk! How good of you to come back!”

“Bucky!” Airk exclaimed, scooting over to make room for his friend and inadvertently squeezing Shaela against the wall. “Sit down, old boy, and join us at our meal. Whenever that idiot brings it, that is.”

He clapped the huge centurion on the back, a solid sound. “Kids, this is my dear friend, Bucky. He’s my eyes and ears in Sydens. He’s the ‘usual,’ Shaela. He’ll tell us what’s going on. If anyone knows anything about Maelnords in town, it’s Bucky.”