Lady Ahmo returned into the house, leaving me with news I really didn't want to hear. Things were going from bad to disastrous if she was correct. It took me a moment to find what I needed. It was in the bottom of my pack and I'd not expected to make use of it. Now was the time if there ever was one. The carving of the owl was sleek and smooth in my hand as I cupped it in my palms and lifted it to whisper the Elven words Annabette had drilled into my memory.
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Tarnished Glory
