Chapter 72 She Who Bears The Sigil

• When Jerome had departed, Lillian released a sigh, her features weary with apology.
• “I beg your pardon on his behalf,” she said softly. “He is the village chief, and ever wary of strangers. His caution stems from bitter memories, our people have suffered much in years past.”
• Cedric gave a slow nod, his expression unreadable. “I understand his burden. He merely seeks to guard his own.” Then his eyes turned toward the still form lying upon the cot. “And how fares her health?”