awestruck that he had the audacity to challenge the woman so.
At that moment, the pair's conversation was interrupted by a messenger arriving atop the platform. The woman turned away from the cage and moved to the new arrival. Together, they squatted down near the fire and began to converse in low voices.
Vambran turned and looked at the other five mercenaries. 'I keep thinking that she looks familiar. But I've never been in the Nunwood before.'
'Aye,' Adyan drawled, 'I was thinking the same thing. Can't quite place it, though. Do you suppose we've fought against her before?'
'I remember her face, too, but I don't think it was on the field of battle,' Horial added. 'But if we all three think we know her, then there's something to it.'
Vambran started to nod, but before he got the words out, a disembodied voice began to speak to him.
At his sister's startling revelation, Vambran rocked upright, stunned. He found it difficult to breathe. Shaking his head, he formulated an answer.
He felt the connection break off at that point, and he wanted to shout at the top of his lungs in frustration. There was so much he needed to tell his sister.
'Emriana's in trouble,' he said to the confused faces gathered around him. 'Something's happened at home.' He wanted to pound his fist against the stone wall of the shallow cave. 'Grozier Talricci is in control, and Xaphira and Hetta-' and he stopped himself, feeling his throat constrict in sorrow and worry. 'I have to get back to them,' he said. 'Em needs me.' Then he closed his eyes in anguish. 'But so do the men. I've got to get out of here!' he snarled, grabbing at the bars and shaking them.
A shadow fell across Vambran's eyes, and he looked up to find the woman standing over him, on the other side of the bars. Behind her, the camp had sprung to life, bustling with activity. He did not understand the portent of that, but he did not care. He had to get out. The lieutenant began to speak, to plead for his release so that he could save both his family and his followers, but he snapped his mouth shut again without uttering a word when he saw the look on the woman's face.
There was a very dangerous glint in her eyes.
She looked at Vambran and the others coldly as she said, 'Soldiers have slain nearly every member of our order that they captured. They have bloodied the Emerald Enclave, asking for war. Now they will have it. And they will get more than they ever bargained for.' She turned to go.
'Wait,' Vambran said, willing her to reconsider. 'My offer stands. Let us help you.'
The woman turned back, rage clear on her face. 'Rot in there,' she said with a growl. 'The Enclave does not negotiate.'
'Vambran's alive!' Emriana practically shouted. 'He answered me!' For the first time that day, she actually smiled. It felt good, knowing that at least part of what Grozier Talricci had told her was a lie. Her conversation with Vambran had given Emriana more relief than she could have imagined, and she began to feel some sense of hope again.
Hearing her own words, Emriana felt as though she had aged several years in the course of a single night. She had a debt to pay, to Grozier Talricci and everyone working with him. Still, the girl was homeless at the moment, with nothing more than what she carried on her person. She needed to get to the Darowdryn estate, but she couldn't show up on their doorstep looking and smelling as she did. She had to find a place to clean herself up.
Emriana stepped back out of the alley where she had retreated in order to employ the pendant. She peered in both directions along the street, searching for any signs that Grozier had had her followed. She had no doubt that the man intended to remove her from his life once and for all, whether she had chosen to stay at the estate and obey his wishes or not.
No one walking the avenue seemed the least bit interested in the bedraggled girl, but she waited a moment longer, watching the doorways and rooftops. Memories of the previous evening were still fresh in her mind. She half hoped that she would run into Lak and the other man again.
They won't catch me off guard a second time, she vowed.
She didn't see anything untoward after a few careful minutes of watching, so she turned and headed away from the only home she'd ever known, cutting across the wide street and heading downtown, in the direction of the harbor. She knew the Darowdryn estate was several lanes to the north, but she wanted to find an inn first, a place where she could procure a bath.
Emriana was impressed with her grandmother's thoroughness. But then the girl realized that the matriarch's presence in the ring seemed to be a permanent thing. The thought saddened her all over again, even though Hetta's spirit was right there with her. She said as much.
Emriana wiped the tears that had begun to form in the corners of her eyes and nodded.
By that point, the girl had neared the lane where the inn she had selected sat. The thought of a hot bath and clean clothes quickened her steps, so she almost didn't notice the figure stepping out of the alley just ahead, blocking her way. The man paused, facing her, and Emriana took three more steps before she realized it was Lak. She skidded to a sudden stop, her heart pounding.
Damn it, damn it,
The skinny man made no move to advance toward her, but he gave her a slight, knowing smile as he folded his arms across his chest. Emriana looked back over her shoulder, confirming what she already feared; that the bear of a man, Lak's companion, was there, perhaps twenty paces back. He had paused as well and was leaning against the stone wall of the building, watching her with a scowl on his face.