The Last Light (The Wandering Inn, #5)

by Pirateaba

So it went. Adventurers did their jobs and got paid for it. Some were quiet heroes, others bold and unapologetic. The experienced ones took calculated risks and paved the way for others to follow. They did their job, and it was a mark of experience that they did not brag about what they did.

Okay, let’s do this. Yvlon in front, then Ksmvr and me, and Pisces at the rear.” “Agreed.” “Got it.” “Please use my corpse as a tool if I should fall in battle, Comrade Pisces—”

“Remember this, Ryoka Griffin: when you run, the wind knows. The wind is a thing. A thing that thinks, like trees do, or rocks. The earth is not alive, but neither is it dead. Remember that. Step as if you mean to walk into the sky. That is how faeries fly.”

In battle, Venitra’s mind was cool and calculating. She was not affected by the chaos of combat and she could think with perfect clarity as spells and arrows flew around her. It was her luxury to indulge in emotion, but she was not bound by it.