Chapter II: Blood Ties
Back in the tavern, Nod has somehow managed to turn the conversation back to King Algandis Carendil III. Lyria stares at the wall behind the minstrel, chin resting on her hands, eyes glazed. Aerendir glances up from his almost empty plate of soup every now and again to throw the minstrel an irritated glare.
"...and to think, Aerendir, you were actually there!" Nod falls back into his chair, a dreamy, contented look on his face, before sitting up once more, "Tell me, Aerendir, what was he like? Did he really defeat Lord Cynorian I with only his dagger in the Battle of Haldaran?"