"We need to talk." The prince of Donia had a serious look on his face, one that made Eliron sigh tiredly.
He could see where this was going from a mile away. After watching his battle against the grand mage, the ever patriotic prince was likely trying to recruit him to join the war effort.
"Let's go inside, we can talk after eating." The least he could do was hear him out, rejecting him outright would be unfair.
He was also interested in knowing how the war was progressing. If the plot had deviated in any way that would favour their side, then maybe he would consider joining it to reduce the casualties.
But it was very unlikely….
After Artie had her bath, they all returned to the dining area of the tavern, where they were served a hearty meal.
Unlike their time in Kingsbridge, they had picked a more lofty inn. It was not fancy enough to be called a luxury inn, but it was decent, and so was their food.
