“I’ll alert the village.”
Aquila stepped aside to let Gelwyn past him and knocked into a dresser.
“Get out of here, you great feathery thing,” said Erro, rubbing Aquila on the head even as he pushed him toward the door. “You’ve given your message. We’ll be ready for them.”
The Avalons rushed up the stairs to retrieve their weapons from the bedroom they’d all crammed i...
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