Ma’Heron ended his thoughts with a short, annoyed sigh. “Damn, those warriors are no gossip at all. I’ve been here for an hour already and haven’t gotten anything. Is it possible that it’s just a thing that Van der Meer is planning without anyone knowing?” he testily muttered to himself, in a volume that’s even lower than a whisper.

“Oh, by the way, did you hear about the upcoming wedding?” one of the border guards casually said.

Wedding? That would make ...