Chapter 73

"There anything I can help you with miss? You seem to be lost."

Jemma turned to the voice of a kind stranger who had been walking past. It was true, she was searching for something, but she wasn't exactly lost. She knew where she was, it was just a matter of figuring out the location of her destination.

"Do you know the location of the late Viscountess Conrit's memorial?" she inquired.

"Oh, are you here to mourn her as well?" the stranger offered a sad smile. "A right shame… she was still in her peak too, and the sweetest thing. Most everyone round these parts are devastated about her passing."

"She died young?" Jemma cocked her head. It was hard to gauge age with dragons since they had such a spectacular longevity so appearance alone wasn't a reliable source of information in that respect. Additionally, it was said the viscount was considered older, even by dragon standards.