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Eyes on the old Sentinel, Seren asked, ‘Have you coone?’

Hull Beddict glanced over at the wagons When he replied, the words came aardly, as if it had been some time since he last spoke ‘Should do’

‘Where are you going?’

He glanced at her once more ‘With you’

Seren’s brows rose

Laughing, Buruk the Pale waved expansively with his bottle – which was e drops that hit the fire with a hiss ‘Oh, welcohted’ He tottered upright, weaving perilously close to the fire, then, with a final wave, he stuon

Seren and Hull watched him leave, and Seren saw that the Nerek had returned to their sleeping places, but all sat awake, their eyes glittering with reflected flames as they watched the old Sentinel, who now stepped closer to the fire and slowly sat down He held out battered hands to the heat

They could be softer than they appeared, Seren recalled The -dead ashes, however, and she tipped another log into the hungry fire before them, watched the sparks leap into the darkness

‘He intends to re?’

She shot hied ‘I think so Is that why you’ve decided to accompany us?’

‘It will not be like past treaties, this er divided The Warlock King rules unchallenged’

‘Everything’s changed, yes’

‘And so Diskanar sends Buruk the Pale’

She snorted, kicked back into the fla that had rolled out ‘A poor choice I doubt he’ll re’

‘Seven ht ships have descended upon the Calach beds,’ Hull Beddict said, flexing his fingers

‘I know’