“It’s beautiful. Where did all of these decorations come from?” Rua wondered, regarding the strings of beads and white paper garlands. “The people of Murreneir brought them. They hang them up for the Winter Solstice celebrations,” Aneryn said, beholding the delicate ornaments, “but Renwick had them dig them out of their storage boxes for today.” Rua’s hand rested on the pommel of the Immortal Blade. “It would benefit him to stay on my good side, I suppose,” Rua mused, scanning the event with wary eyes. “Yes, I’m sure that’s why he did it.” Bri snorted. Her
