Haryntha hadn't asked Inadrys any questions when he asked her to monitor the boy, and now she was starting to wonder.
The river breeze carried the sound of ships' bells and retailers' calls through the tavern's windows, a reminder of the mortal world that continued its old rhythms while powers beyond its comprehension plotted its future.
Haryntha watched as Ivyona and Elyna exchanged a look that spoke of shared knowledge and purpose.
"My husband, your brother, grows... concerned," Ivyona said finally. "There is something about this boy and his presence that we don't know."
"And yet," Ivyona said, her eyes bright with possibility, "imagine what could be accomplished with such power properly guided. The boy's potential is unprecedented—perhaps even rivalling the ancient bloodlines that shaped the world's foundations."
Haryntha felt a chill that had nothing to do with the river breeze. "You seek to recruit him. To bring him into the fold of divine politics."
