
Visit to Lady Kyrielle
You set out at first light from the lower gates of Ven'dara, the gift wrapped in oilcloth and tucked safe in your satchel — a heavy glass vial of Deepwell Ink, black as a moonless sea, that never fades Just beyond Ven'dara's orchards, the trail narrows. The old elms remember travelers. The air is cool, damp with morning. You can hear the river Keth below. Takes about half a day on foot. Keep to…
