The innkeeper barked a laugh. He leaned backs, spitting into a cup. “Prince my ass,” he said. “And I’m the Countess of Damara."

Aven stared. "Your magic is some of the most wild shit I’ve ever seen.” “We’re going to get stung to death.” “Just bee careful.”

Aven double checked to ensure the door and windows were shut tight. “Your highness, I believe something is gravely wrong.”

Lucian leaned forward. “Uncle. So nice of you to join us. I was almost afraid our only entertainment for tonight would be your manservant."

It was to be a month before the Prince and his party departed for Amn. In that time, Aven became familiar with his new surroundings and his