Chapter: 74 A Songbird in Chains
The dirt road leading toward Velkarth's gate crunched beneath their boots. Afternoon light slanted across the wooden palisade, the scent of hay and roasting meat drifting faintly from within the village. Veyron walked with lazy confidence, his green hair now tied back and concealed beneath a hood, his fine elven features dulled by a faint glamour to appear human.
"So," he drawled, glancing at the servant beside him, eyes gleaming from under the hood. "Where do we begin?"
The servant bowed his head slightly. "My lord… it would be unwise to openly ask about her whereabouts. The girl may already be hiding. Better to approach in a roundabout way—inquiring if anyone has seen an elf… or strangers passing through."
