Chapter 35 - No Man's Land

Early the next morning we returned to Maarav's blacksmith shop. His shortest-haired son was speaking to a female elf outside. Essaerae, in her invisibility cloak, kept poking the back of his neck as Sellion and I wandered inside.

Maarav looked like he was setting up shop for the day as one does. He was ordering his other three sons around while he fiddled with a sword display. "One of you go tell Ahearn to stop tryna get in Líra's skirt."

I knew Essaerae was probably throwing up internally if she heard that. None of the boys moved upon Maarav's orders. They pretended to be busy with other things. Maarav sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. When he finished messing with the display and scolding his offspring, he gave us his full attention.

"The Arünian King and Guard!" Maarav beamed with glee.

"We have names you know," Sellion muttered.

"I know his, not yours," Maarav pointed to me, not separating his elbow from his body.

"Sellion," I informed Maarav of his name.