The city watch rattled into the tavern just as Malkius limped out the back door, her jaw slack from Izobella’s unexpected thrashing. She supposed Raavana would pull through, but to be absolutely truthful, she had no idea. It was all she could do to pick herself up off the floor and find the backdoor before the watch found her.
For a time Malikus allowed her lizard mount, a cold one, to slog along the road toward the deep woods unmanaged. It was all she could do to hold her jaw in place with one hand and hold the lizard’s reins with another.
It took a month of holing up in Saphery before the healer would let her rise from her cot inside a breezy, druchii war tent. “How you made it here, girl, only the Witch King himself can say.” Vototh, the region’s best healer, smiled at Malikus. “I suspect…
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