Craning her neck she saw Kadrok's look of fear as he gripped his short sword. The roc's talon's were dug into his thick torso. Blood ran from the huge holes. He worked his mouth and blood leaked from his nose.
After saying goodbye to some of her comrades, Nadar crosses a valley of lush grasses with her Minotaur friend, and Omar, an assassin on a mission of his own. Joining forces on their way to ascertain a dark elf troll lord's location, Kadrok's story unfolds...while Nadar allows herself to open up and learns more about her position in the world she lives in.
But all moments are not filled with love and joy in Nadar's life. There is hurt, pain, and forgiveness. And there are promises to be kept, even when standing alone. Will new alliances be formed? Or will war rage?