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Guardian, I must protest. We know nothing of these people. They could be slavers from Giranath for all you know.”
    Freya held back a groan.
    “I didn’t ask you to be my guardian, you appointed yourself.”
    The elven Paladin ignored her. “What exactly do you want?” he demanded of the pair. “An elite Elysian Warrior and an Urakh Shaman is an odd pairing and I am surprised that Master Groilin allows you to stay here.”
    The silence was deafening.
    Freya closed her eyes. This is going to get nasty. I can feel it.
    “So can I.” Korettln nudged the back of her shoulder. “How about you and I go for a ride together? They should have finished fighting by the time we get back.”
    Freya’s full-throated laugh surprised the others in the yard and they all looked straight at her. For a moment, she panicked. What do I do now?
    * * *
    The situation in Jiren had a number of interested parties watching…
    From I’Mor Barad, the Aracan Katuvana and the Jar watched eagerly as the Urakh Shaman began to incant.
    “Would my Lord like to place a small wager on the outcome of the coming skirmish?” the Jar remarked as the Elysian warrior took up a stronger stance in front of the Elf.
    The Aracan Katuvana snapped his fingers and a small pile of gold coins appeared in front of the window. He sorted them into three piles and with a gesture created an image of the people the money was on, sitting them on top of the relevant pile.
    The Jar grinned. “Excellent idea, Lord. I shall match that and we’ll see what happens.” There was a shimmer and matching piles of gold appeared next to Katuvana’s.
    The window next to the one they were watching lit up and the Lych Mistress appeared.
    “Lord, Sir Grald has set off for his mission.” She paused and took in the scene. “Are you wagering on something, my most handsome of Lords?”
    “Yes, Lady Lych. The elven Paladin travelling with Sir Grald’s sister has got himself into a spot of bother with an Elite Elysian Warrior and an Urakh Shaman in Jiren,” the Jar replied, his eye fixed upon the scene playing out on the main window.
    The Lych Mistress did something outside her window, studied it and a sexy smile spread over her ripe lips. “My, my. I never thought my brother would have the guts to do something like this. Mother would kill him… figuratively speaking, of course; my goody, goody mother never even raised her voice to us.”
    “That is your brother?” the Jar said as Katuvana turned to look at her.
    “Oh yes. Vrenstalliren was a baby when I saw him last, still in First Class. I’ll put ten gold on him and double the amount on the others.” She snapped her fingers and the piles of gold appeared beside the ones the Aracan Katuvana had placed.
    “You would bet against your brother?”
    “Aranok was more of a man than he could ever be,” the Lych Mistress dismissed the Jar’s question. “Besides, he is the enemy now. I am my Lord’s most loyal follower.”
    The Aracan made a pleased whistle and with a wave of his hand, a pair of earrings with large rubies in them, appeared in front of the Lych Mistress.
    She gasped, flushed and smiled.
    “Thank you, Lord! They are divine. I will await your message on the outcome of our wager with pleasure.” Her voice dropped a decibel and she blew a kiss before her window returned to normal.
    “I still think she would make an excellent Mistress or even a Wife for you,” the Jar grumbled.
    The Aracan Katuvana stared at the Jar and the heat of his gaze from underneath his hood made the Jar quiver on its pedestal.
    “Look, Lord. The Paladin is drawing his sword!” the Jar distracted the Aracan Katuvana and breathed a quiet sigh of relief when the gaze was directed at the scene on the window.
    * * *
    A Blue Banded Hawk perched on the roof of the Golden Dice, her head cocked so that she could watch the fight starting below. Inside her head, a voice was speaking, but she could only understand the emotion of the words and not