Page 78 of Silverbow
“Keep your voice down,” Bade growled. Her companions darted looks around the common room but everyone was absorbed in their own cups.
Cedric waved his hand dismissively. “Half the men in here are wanted somewhere in Estryia. I can’t set foot in the South, you know. A damn shame. I’m doomed to freeze my boots off in the North. But if you need to get rid of that accent, love, spend the evening with me and mine. We’ll have you speaking northern brogue by dawn.”
Enya felt her face go scarlet as something in her middle fluttered.
He turned back to Oryn with a chuckle. “Is she your Treesinger?”
“Their what?” She asked.
“Take that as a no. A Dreamwalker?”
Enya looked to Colm for help. Aiden wore a broad smile, but Oryn looked as if he were chewing rocks.
“Shapeshifter? I’ve always wanted to meet a shapeshifter.”
“No, I-”
“She’s a bloody Silverbow. Now will you shut your big yap before someone takes an interest?” Bade hissed.
“Dragon’s tits,“ he whistled. “You don’t say.”
“And you won’t breathe a single word,” Oryn growled. “Or it will be your last.”
“My lips are sealed,” Cedric vowed. “That is unless the lady has other ideas for them.”
Enya choked on her wine hard enough that Colm pounded her on the back.
“Oh, Miss Ansel has no want of a man,” Aiden sighed. “It might be the single greatest tragedy in all of Estryia.”
Enya glared at him.
Cedric frowned. “Well, if it’s women you prefer, I’ve got a sister.”
“It’s not,” she snapped.
The grin reappeared on Cedric’s face. “Her loss. You might meet her if you end up in the Vale. While I was off with these sorry sacks in Durelli, she ran off and got herself a dragon.”
“Did she now?” Colm asked. “Has her Talent manifested?”
“Afraid she’s not your Treesinger either. But she’s a Warder. Can you believe that?A Warder.”
An unreadable look passed between the demi-elves.
“What’s a Warder?” Enya asked hesitantly.
“She can build new wards,” Cedric said excitedly. “Keep people out of places, keep them in. Rare, I’m told.”
“There hasn’t been a Warder in the Vale in almost two centuries,” Colm confirmed.
“Must be getting close to your prophecy, eh? She could raise Eastwood’s wards for you,” Cedric grinned.
“What prophecy?” Enya asked.
“That’s none of your concern,” Oryn said coolly. “And no one needs to ward dead land.”
Cedric shrugged. “No, but once you find your Treesinger, it won’t be dead anymore, will it?”
Bade jerked his chin toward the men still at their card game. “Where are you lot headed?”
