#Chapter25

His leather chest straps groaned under his chain mail as Haldir stretched his neck from side to side until he got a fair crack. He smacked his fingers against Eason’s chest and pointed up at the ceiling. “What’s this all about?”

Weaving his long blonde hair around his hand, Eason knotted it, then crossed his arms as he glanced upwards. “This is the ancestral home of King Asnamar. He was one of the great old kings that battled the Evil. He was struck down before the end of it all.”

From the corner of his eye, he caught a flash of fiery red hair and heard the excited squeal...