There was no signature and no indication of who had sent it, but the message was clear enough.
Ivar read it twice and his lips slowly curved into a smile.
He folded the paper and tucked it into his inner pocket, then leaned back against the seat and stared out the window at the passing buildings of Dragonhold.
"Interesting," he muttered to himself.
Miles away, in his chambers within the Silver Pegasus guild building, Lucien Crowley sat at his desk and placed the quill he'd just used back into its holder.
He leaned back in his chair, picked up the wine cup from his desk, and smiled.
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The next morning in Ravens Grave…
Both Laela and Arianna had just stepped into Aiden's room, already dressed for travel with packs slung over their shoulders.
They found Aiden standing before his mirror fastening the buttons of his guild uniform.
Laela's brow furrowed as she took in his appearance and she exchanged a glance with Arianna.
