There were a good few seconds of silence from Meesei, though in their hug, Fendros could not see her expression. “I will do that.” She finally replied. She pulled back away from him somewhat, keeping her hands on his shoulders. “Don’t spend too much time worrying about us, though. I can tell you that I for one will be looking forward to seeing what kind of story you write for yourself. I won’t tell you not to mourn, but I do want you all looking ahead more than you are looking behind. You are Champion now, so everything I had in life is now yours to do with as you please. No need to be sentimental about any of it. Well, actually, the books in my study I would like to go to Sabine. I think she would find some of them useful. Except for one…there is just one in there that I would like you to have. I think you’ll know which one it is.”

Fendros would be able to feel her grip tighten just slightly on his shoulders. For just a moment, there was a part of her that struggled to let go. As her body relaxed, though, she began to smile. “Good hunting, my friend.”

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It was still the middle of the night when Fendros awoke. The room was only dimly lit by the covered artificial lights of the Dwarven ruin, but a lycan’s eyes could still see easily in the dark. There had been no noise, nor anything else that might have disturbed them, yet as he would be able to see from a quick glance around, both he and Ahnasha had both awoken in the same moment.