Chapter 22-pt-i – The Hesta

Someone knocked on the door. Three soft raps of the knuckles.
“Ah.” Bard pushed back his chair and stood, leaning on the tabletop. “We are summoned. Come, we will speak more of this another time.”
Another time? Not soon, not later, not tomorrow?
As if the matter were of no immediate importance and there was all the time in the world.
Utterly rattled now, Gudric followed Bard to the door and out.

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