The half-elven Lord could read the look in his adoptive daughter’s eyes.

“Let’s start by going inside, “ Lord Tigherneach raised a hand towards the Keep’s Great Hall. “You can rest while we talk… it is good to see you.”

Niamh nodded and smiled eagerly. Horsemaster Taron was already taking care of her group’s many horses, and Shandalar was already talking to the Keep’s kitchen workers. She looked up, and seeing her falcon circling overhead, she raised her arm. ...