Gavel spoke up harshly. “Yes, it would end. We would die and she would corrupt the work of Avengar A’shencove. I will not allow my grandfather’s legacy to be distorted. He brought civility and cleared the way to the possibility of peace between our clans.” Gavel looked at both of the Rizel intently. “He taught that clear minds and level heads prevail. I will not give that up and have our people go back to what we were four hundred years ago.” It was clear to Jaden why both Pippen and Krogh decided to allow Gavel to be the main ambassador of the Rizel people. Gavel turned to him. “We should go. I wish to discuss this at length with your king.”
Jaden nodded. “Yes, I wish to be in the city by the end of the month.” He mounted his horse as the others came up beside him Gavel to his right.
“I thought you hated parties, or is there another reason you wish to be there by then?” Gavel asked his voice now as light and charming as was his usual demeanor.
“There is a birthday I must attend.”
“I thought your human family was dead.” Krogh said huskily his ice blue eyes trained on him.
“She is the daughter of my best friend.” He heeled his horse after Pippen began chuckling, not wanting to continue the conversation.
The sun was beginning to go down on a field outside of Olestra and Rak was sitting, breathing heavily on the ground. Lilly stood smiling down at him with a sword relaxed at her side. “You’re getting better.” She said encouragingly.
He laid back staring at the immerging stars. “All thanks to you.” Leaning up on his elbows he looked down to her again. “Lilly, tell me about Lord Jaden.”
