At the West Gate, Thorat greeted the watchman as if he were an old friend. The watchman smiled as they went past, even though they looked like a pack of bandits. They stopped at Garren’s shop, where Forlan took his leave, not being officially allowed to return to the training hall.
“You can’t give away your secrets, so I’ll find the place on my own if I can,” Forlan said. “If I can’t find it, I’ll leave word with Garren of where I’m lodging.”
“I don’t want to lose you again,” Ferrent said.
Forlan brushed his concern aside. “Go see the Enatel. I’ll find you there, or if not there, then where it really matters, in the hills and at the gates.”
The brothers embraced, the bond between them almost palpable. If Sovara didn’t accept the bandits’ help, she’d be likely to lose Ferrent to the hil
