Elanor’s home was an inn that saw many visitors. She had never been deprived of stories, whether they were from the merchants her father knew, magic users passing through, or even the occasional soldier.

After Azzoth had taken off she’d fallen asleep midflight and before Elanor knew it they had arrived and woke up to the sight of her home.

It had been so long and yet it was like nothing had changed.

Inside her town was a small church with two people who could cast ...