Chapter 73: Nyra’s POV

The morning air in the upper North was sharper than I had hoped.

It clung to my skin, thin and biting, carrying the scent of pine and smoke as I stood in the open fields with Elder Mirna.

Roe decided working at the smithy was a better use of her time and the guys chose the more manly stuff.

Patrols.

Riven was reluctant at first but after Roe reminded him, we literally slept in his grounds and ate his food he should be more open to having us work like field dogs he ...