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We returned to the ruined city of Pimeys with one extra horse, that which belonged to Durion.
Mies himself met us at the edge of the encampment. Durion was with him, and under only one guard. “Well?” the human lord asked us.
Valo dismounted and hurried over to him to clasp his hands in hers. “We have an offer for truce, Father, that does not require us to stay in the camp, and for a meeting with the king at Reuna Kivet.”
He arched an eyebrow. “I know you’re a good diplomatic, my little naqia, but-” his eyes flickered to Xander, “-how did this happen? What convinced the fae king to a truce?”
“The fae have had their own problems,” Xander told him as he stepped down off his horse. “One of their own ancient protectors in the city had to be subdued.”
“A Sentinel?” Durion spoke up
