"What the f**k happened?" I asked as I got closer to him. Baranthir Lowle was the man I sent to look for information on my father.
Vaelir grabbed a bucket of water and put it beside Baran. He gave me a cloth, and we started cleaning him up.
“I found him like this; it wasn’t easy to find him; if it weren’t because I was paying attention to the landscape, I would have missed him.”
“What do you mean?” I asked. Baranthir was covered in blood, cuts, and bruises.
I could also see some burns on his arms and neck, as if he had been put in iron cuffs.
Iron burns dragons, but it also weakens our inner beasts. His breathing was shallow, and his eyes were barely open, but he managed to lift his head slightly when he heard my voice.
“Prince Varianlir…” Baranthir’s voice was hoarse, barely abo
