Cyran POV

Shifter pubs were as loud and raucous as pubs everywhere, and more so. Keeping his hood low over his eyes, Cyran huddled in a booth in the corner of the dim pub in one of the villages close to Red Crescent City. His master slurped hearty bone broth beside him. Whenever he could get it, Master Hades ate hearty, nourishing bone broth. He seemed obsessed with it.

“You should eat something,” Master Hades said between noisy slurps of his broth. ...