The two figures on the fortress roof paced on the slanting edge again and again. They had been doing that for a few hours now. Nvaru was one of them. N'varu hated waiting when it mattered. When it was his master's life at risk.
He hated it an hour ago. He hated it now. He would probably hate it an hour from now, too. Yet he remained seated on the cold stone on the roof, his eyes fixed on the ground where Sagiri had disappeared. At first, he had expected him to reappear within minutes. Then an hour passed. Then another.
The silence became unbearable as the night deepened around them. Lira had fallen asleep at some point, curled against one of the pillars after exhaustion finally claimed her. N'varu remained awake. Now and then, he would rise and pace along the edge of the pool before returning to the same spot.
