There was a flurry of ashes, a female stepping from them. She wasn’t wearing her usual leathers, but her vambraces still adorned her arms and her bow was still looped across her back. Midnight hair was braided over her shoulder, blending in with her black pants and tunic, her eyes swirling as she looked Saylah over with a hard stare. Temural gestured at the Huntress. “Auryon has seen her. It is how I know she needs help.” “How?” “With the aid of Serafina.”
