Finn stared hard at the Luminus waiting to catch even a glimpse of movement in Rohan’s quarters, but there was none. No movement. No Rohan. No Guard even to tell him the status of the fight against the undead, and, more importantly, that Rohan, his friends and his stepbrother were all right.
How long has it been in Rirea? Thirty minutes? An hour? Longer? It feels like it's been forever here.



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