He slipped back over the rear palisade with a single, effortless leap, bypassing the frantic repair crews working on the shattered main gates. He didn't want to deal with the warriors' salutes or the staring elders right now. His mind was still processing the absolute, mind-bending reality check Elyndra had just delivered.
He dropped silently into his assigned place in Feline spire.
The wooden room was quiet and empty. Sol unbuckled the heavy belt at his waist, setting the spear and the various small daggers against the wall. He stripped off his sweat-soaked tunic and leather pants, tossing them into a corner.
He walked over to the large wooden washbasin sitting in the corner of the room. It was filled with cold, clean well water.
