Silvertip Mountain the conversation of eiros and charmion

she nods, fervently. she thinks Ashlar's gift of gab can win them over their quarry.

you. . .bruvver, she says, spitting an idea she's mulled for some time. mihh' him. wan' him back.

her gaze is hot and questioning over the young man. can he do it?

she knows the moon-woman will not have her. not in the least. but Ashlar is a neutral party; he is the only chance to get Karst out.

it's a longshot. but one that might work.

what other spell may the moon-woman have over the boy?

p'ease, Avicus begs, brows arched, begging toward Ashlar.