The weretiger led him through the capital's winding streets without a word.
This was not quite a friendly escort, he noted. The weretiger's massive frame moved through the evening crowds, confident that people would get out of his way, and people did. His eyes never once glanced back to check if Roarke was following. He simply assumed obedience.
The assumption was correct, though. Father Rohan, humble temple healer, who was just coincidentally strong enough to have a humanoid form, would not dream of refusing a summons from a noble house. Father Rohan, humble temple healer, had no reason to refuse.
But, Father Rohan, humble temple healer, was also mentally calculating the distance to the Dawnoro Capital Residence and the time remaining before the birthday celebration began, and the result… was not encouraging.
They arrived at a residence that could only be described as modest for nobles by the most generous possible definition of the word.
