Aeron leaned forward. "So, Chief Uzek, what do you say? Are you in? Or will you stay here and watch your people perish in a defeat that is already certain?"
Just then, the door opened. A young lady walked in carrying a tray. She moved around the table, pouring drinks into their cups. Aeron's eyes followed her every step. There was something about her face, something familiar. She glanced at him once, gave a small smile, and then left the room quietly.
"Who is that?" Ronan asked, unable to hide the way he stared as she disappeared through the doorway.
Uzek's lips curved into a small smile. "That was my daughter, Miriam. And you look at her as if you know her."
"I think I do," Aeron said slowly. "She seemed very familiar."
"You are not very good with faces, young rider," Uzek said. "She told me herself how you hesitated to strike her before they captured you on the plains of Shatals."
Aeron's eyes widened. "So that was her. I knew I had seen her before."
