Raani moved through the bodies quickly.
She was checking for survivors. Looking for anyone they could question. The Dragon Maidens were doing the same. Going through the fallen attackers with controlled anger. The fact that they were attacked on their way to the land of Roakan meant that they were unable to protect their young master and couldn't see the ambush, even though they were cautious.
"This one's alive," one of the maidens called.
Raani moved to that position. Knelt beside the man. He was badly wounded but breathing. His mask had come off during the fight. His face was young. Maybe thirty. Unremarkable features. No identifying marks.
Raani pulled down his hood completely and grabbed him by pulling his collar.
"Who sent you?" she demanded.
The man's eyes focused on her and a smile crept up his face.
It was not a nice smile.
"For the true heir," he said. His voice was weak and broken.
"Clan Raikarndel falls today."
