Olorus entered and closed the door behind him.

The room, on the third floor of the palace of Cervice, had once belonged to the second-in-command of the High Guard, but it had served as Olorus's private quarters since the League arrived, weeks earlier. Its single window let in only a small cone of light. The bed was made. It hadn't been slept in for days.

His arm no longer required a sling, but it clearly pained him. He used his opposite hand to undo his sword belt and let it ...