The balloon drifted slowly toward Triganya’s eastern horizon, the basket weighed down by three occupants.
Aemon Belanka, Royal Protector and Master Hunter, scanned the skies warily. “The king will have shvala-riders in the skies the minute he realizes you are gone, Kirena. Are you sure it is wise to trust this…outlander?”
She frowned before replying. “All I know for sure, old friend is Charlie Feldman is an unwilling guest here, not a spy. I will help him escape my father.”
For his part, Charlie figured it best to keep quiet and concentrate on getting out of this crazy land alive.