Ella looked around her once more. She watched as an Urak’s axe sheared through a soldier’s neck with a single swing. As it did, the gemstone set into its blade shimmered with red light. She pushed the questions down, looked back to Farda, and gave a short nod. “All right, but you’re telling me everything.” “Agreed. First, I need to go back in and get my sword.” * * * By the time Farda and Ella reached The Dusty Cove, the carriage driver, Loran, stood out front, the two horses tethered and ready.
