Arya pulled her arm out of Quin's grasp. "What exactly did that Naz guy mean? 'Shallow grave', 'Mother's fave'? Do you know, Quin?"
Quin nodded at her friend. "You see, when she was alive my mother would always visit father's grave once a day, and it was said to be shallow." Quin then looked down. "The only problem is that I myself am banished from my village because I had to fend for myself, but the graveyard is right beyond the edge of it. If we can get to the Deeprealm of Talonthorn, I may be able to get there before someone figures out what they heard"
Arya looked confused, but then her eyes widened in shock. "I thought I smeelwd something sweet back when Naz was talking to us, do you think it was Gaius?"
"He is a thief; so no doubt he'd try to get his hands on the Seal," Quin said. "But he doesn't know about Talonthorn. It's a nice little town where an old friend lives. Drayl, the Blacksmith."
Arya just nodded. "So if we have to go through the Deeprealm, let's do it!"
Quin nodded and led the way, but along the path the two girls ran into a grizzled warrior, who seemed to be carrying a wounded boy.
"Oh no, Drayl!" Quin drew her knife and rushed over, but her tiny blade was stopped by a rapier.
"Hey, kid, you know Drayl?" The man said. "By your eyes I see you do. I saved him from an enemy called a Shade. Ah, your eyes widened, so that must mean something to you?"
"Y-yes. Sir, that's my last name," Quin stated, "and may I ask your name?"
"Call me Thran, everyone else does," Thran stated, "and if you were planning on going through Talonthorn think again, the realm collapsed from an attack. I'm sorry to say the only person I could save was Drayl."
Quin, shocked, sheathed her dagger. "So, your not the one who hurt Drayl?"
Thran shook his head slowly. "No, Mis Shade, I did not. Now, if you may," he stood up, "I've got to get to the Halidom immediately. It's of the utmost importance." After that, Thran left, carrying the wounded Drayl on his shoulder.