“I hope the Ivinian didn’t lie,” mutters the north.

I take on my usual form, and, relying on my bestial instinct, I start to run forward, fingering with long paws, but at the same moment an impalpable leash appears on my neck as an unspoken reminder, and the air begins to crackle from strange sorcery. How much blood is mixed in you, Larre Tarrum, since you are capable of such charms?

The absence of light does not prevent him from moving along with me. Without seeing him, you can forget that a person is nearby, not an animal.

“The horses are waiting for us outside.

I snort. Here's another! Does...