Soren
Sleep had long abandoned me.
After the chaos of the day, the arrival, the laughter, the market, the discovery of the stowaway, I had thought exhaustion would finally win. Rarely as it did. But the moment I lay down, silence became a trap. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her.
So I got up.
The night air outside the inn was cool enough to bite, laced with the sharp tang of the River. My men were awake, gathered around a lantern, murmuring over parchment maps and inked routes.
I joined them, though I barely listened. They didn't need my direction; they knew what to do. I sat on the low stone ledge instead, rolling a rock between my fingers, pretending to be part of their planning.
In truth, my mind was far elsewhere.
Eris.
