Chapter 110

  Ashara re-entered the tent, holding the flap open, and two men entered lugging a large cauldron between them. They poured the water into the bath. It did not steam. Cold water, I realised, because Aurien could, of course, heat it himself. It was what he did with the pool in his cave, after all.

  I did not know whether to be surprised and upset that Ashara knew that about my dragon, or not.

  “Very well,” Marine looked at Ruelke. “We have a plan of action. The warlock will come with me and we will organise his supplies so he can gather intelligence on Clareath’s movements. Tomorrow we will decamp and head for the dwarven city of Reknoc, and from there to Arden Retis.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Come along,” Mariene said to the warlock.

  “Eagerly,” Daerton drawled and did not move, deliberately making the general wait for him.

  “Keep him away from alcohol and other intoxicants.” Aurien said to Mariene.

  Mariene’s eyebrows raised. “As you say,” he was intrigued.