Chapter Six:The door bolted and alone in her room, Dandelion pulled a pair of worn fighting sticks from their straps on the saddle. Encased in black leather and attached to a weave of belting, the harness made the weapons convenient to sling on her back.
She pulled them free for inspection. Made of rare ironwood, they displayed the damage from many battles with pride. A gift she’d used for so long, they might soon need replacing. Better yet, she hoped to one day find a pair of daggers waiting for her. A gift from her mysterious benefactor. Maybe this was the task she needed to complete.
She let out an unexpected sigh. Waiting had never been one of her strengths. However, the leader she worked for was not known for quick actions but even longer deliberations to make the simplest of decisi
