Dragoncrest Cliffs the purloined letter

she watches the brown woman emerge, the one who'd captured Ashlar's spirit. 'cal, she replies briefly, faintly, and waits until they are square face to face to commence further conversation.

a big whih''e womanh, enemy of boh' our packhh', Avicus continues. back. kill one of my own. an' couldh' come again.

the words might be mild, ish, but her tone is very grave. and her eyes, even more grave. her indigo gaze burns into chacal's, insistent.

she sucks in a breath, anticipating.