Aragon half-smiled as he knit his brows, thinking. These past few days, it had been grinding, to say the least; he met people continuously, and he didn't even have a proper meal.
He closed his eyes, sighing, and said, "Yeah, we can do that."
"Lead the way, Beltar."
Beltar was smiling as he clasped his hands, pleased that he had accepted.
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The corridor smelled of old stone and rushes, cool despite the heat that pressed against the keep's outer walls.
Aragon followed Beltar in silence, their boots echoing faintly.
It was then that two women stepped from an adjoining passage, their silks whispering against the flagstones.
Both of them saw the two women and stopped.
"Ah," Beltar slowed, his face softening as though he'd stumbled into sunlight.
"My kin, my lord, allow me to present my wife, Lady Kaitlyna, and my daughter, Sobna."
The older one didn't seem surprised, and the younger one had her eyes gleaming as they set up on Aragon.
