Redtail Rise the literary life of thingum bob, esq.

despite herself, she relaxes and snorts with wry laughter at the mention of his nephew, backing off a tad. me, 'hhoo, she remarks, thinking of recalcitrant Atreus and traitorous Ancelin.

she knows all too well.

we neededh you, Avicus says baldly, but adds, gladh you are backh.

she darts forward to seize him by the scruff of the neck, hoping to relish in the capture of the warrior, the mastery of one once under her banner and now hers to control again.

Tulimaq, back. 

for good? time will tell.