The morning sun had barely crested the eastern mountains when Arthur led his small expedition from Lyranth's gates. Beatrice rode at his right, her divine energy a comforting counterpoint to the void stirring within him. Valentina flanked his left, her sharp eyes constantly scanning their surroundings for threats. Behind them came Lily, silent and watchful, her presence requested specifically after Beatrice's ritual had suggested her importance.
Hawklight had argued vehemently to accompany them, but Arthur had been firm—the commander was needed at Lyranth, especially with Lord Fatel's conspiracy still active. The fewer who knew their exact destination, the better.
"The hot springs are two hours' ride," Arthur said, guiding his mount along a game trail that would keep them hidden from the main road. "If Beatrice's scrying is correct, we'll find the secondary entrance nearby."
