For a moment, I just stared at Soren.

This time, I wasn’t captivated by his gaze. I stared at him because I didn’t understand why he was asking that. I had gotten the feeling when I left his inn that he was in some way relieved to see me go.

He had said I was welcome to stay and even come back if I needed to. But still, there hadn’t been any great effort put into convincing me to change my mind.

Now he was asking who I was. It seemed ...