Jeg walked deeper into the woods. His footsteps went almost at random for his mind was not on his path nor his surroundings.
It wasn’t just Dalph, though the rift that had sprung up between them bothered him. Just one misplaced word, one misinterpretation, and thousands of years of bad blood between his people, the Marishny, and hers, the Iniya, came bubbling to the surface. They needed to work as one against their common enemy, and now a gaping chasm had opened up. The entire alliance was at risk.
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