Felltree Marsh But the prince of any failing empire knows

Tybault nodded when the man spoke of the rarity of albinism. It would be some time before Reverie got what she wanted — but it would happen. One way or another.

Finally their conversation circled around to what had been on Tybault's mind from the beginning. He was quiet a moment, regarding the man. Hearthwood could use another hunter, He conceded after a short silence. But my sister will need to meet you.

If nothing else, you can stay until you find your bearings, Tybault added. That was what Reverie would want, right? Did he know what she wanted anymore?