Jonan exhaled a breath, watching it fog faintly in the cool night air. His thoughts drifted, unbidden, to Dreavows and the poisoned hearts of those who ruled them. A land where kindness was currency and cruelty an art form. Here, among brutal strangers, he saw more honest humanity in a single evening than he had in years among his own people.
"What a bitter thing", Jonan thought, "To get this and to feel more at home among the strangers of a different land than at his own home."
forget. The aroma of roasted meats and spiced roots filled the great tent, where Dragon's Tooth members gratefully partook of Hawk's Eye's generous feast, their exhausted faces betraying how long it had been since they'd eaten in peace.
