A Meandering River Still Always Ends
After eating, Vesia dragged Chomar out of the inn to transport her to her duties. Tennar had finally given her some things to do, even if it was running around the city talking to various officials.
Defi returned to his room, not feeling any urge to go outside.
He put Turq on the table and flopped onto the bed.
Meditation was needed, to regain equilibrium. Use of the Sixth Circle required great amounts of energy both emotional and mental.
Defi took a deep breath and expelled it in a great sigh. He closed his eyes.
It had been months. Months since he took a boat out of Stahlchausses and was deceived then tossed into the Little Treachery by that boat's crew. Left to drown and die.
He thought he'd gotten over the rage he felt then.
It appeared he hadn't, if his reaction to seeing that man was to drop into a killing fury.
Why had he been so angry?
He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling of the room.