"Do you think what they say has merit?" Derya asked, and a frown pulled at Andor's brows.
"I do not know."
"We did not think to look for the answers in the holy texts when that should have been the first place we looked," she said, eating her food, not tasting it, and he nodded.
"I wish Argana would return. She would know more about this than us."
"Your wish has been granted," Argana said from the door, looking the worse for wear as she entered the dining room, her clothes torn, her brow bleeding, and her mouth grim.
"What happened to you?" Derya said, hurrying to the woman's side and touching the wound gently.
"With the unrest in the kingdom and people's fear, we were held up by bandits a ways from here. And whilst traveling incognito kept my mission a secret, it also made me vulnerable. I live only because a bandit recognized me and helped me escape because I once assisted his pregnant wife," Argana said, angered yet afraid.