Niamh stared at the pub owner in the front courtyard.

Shandalar tried to calm his fractious horse, but the scared beast continued to spin nervously. Shandalar ended up jumping off the horse, and approaching the Queen.

Ithril leaped in front of Niamh and Shandalar stopped, glaring and the warrior.

“I need to speak to the Queen, the King and his company are in danger!”

“Stand back, Ithril,” Niamh said with a wave of her hand. “Let him ...