Draven’s winter was gone, but an icy breeze heralded the imminent arrival of genuine winter as Ryn and his captive stepped out of the faerie paths into Creepy Hollow. Branches quivered and swayed, and moonlight danced in streaks across the forest floor. A pair of glimmering eyes peered at Ryn from the shadows.
The Guild’s hidden entrance lay a few paces away. Ryn pushed Elis Dei ahead of him, but the elf had barely taken a step when the air rippled on the other side of the Guild entrance. Ryn pulled Dei to a halt as a doorway opened and out strode …
Berian. Plus a second guardian, both of them clutching … a black-clad body?
“Oh, great, I’m not too late,” Berian said, stopping a few feet away. “I was hoping I’d catch you before you got inside.”
Ryn narrowed his eyes, immediately suspici
