Fairspell Meadow this world is too much noise

He grunts and then gives a nod.

I will go to Akashingo and see her. Maybe we can strike a deal, As that was the life he held before Rivenwood, before he saw he could make his own choices rather than follow orders; but has he ever managed to exert his will over others? This contract might be the best option—or maybe the palace could put him to work.

The meadow sprawled, dead or dying grass underheel as the man marched, and the boy slid alongside him like a lost shadow.