I spent the evening with Rylam, enjoying the quiet peace of High Valley in relative solitude. When I first confessed to him about Aurle, I feared it would change things between us, but it hadn't. He was as pleasant and warm as ever, maybe even more.
As the sun sank to rest over the mountains, we strolled along the banks of the lake.
"You know," He said, looking out across the glimmering water. "I considered joining the Fatesworn."
I stared at him. "You were?"
"There's something noble about their mission, and their cause, that really touched me," he said, turning to me.
My cheeks warmed slightly. Wasn't I their cause? I dismissed the thought with a shake of my head. He didn't mean it that way.
"But what about the demons? I thought you didn't want to fight alongside them."
