Rhydor's POV
The map was not giving me what I needed. I had been staring at it for hours. Not the roads around Hollowcrown. Not the routes between villages.
The territories. The ones that sat beyond the borders of what I knew well, the lands further east and further north that had always existed at the edges of what Crescent Moon concerned itself with directly.
I was trying to find a man.
Not his face. I had seen what was left of his face and it had told me nothing. A white mask. Grey eyes. White hair falling around the edges of it. Horns that curved back from his forehead like they had always been there and had never been hidden.
A sword that no single person should have been able to carry the way he carried it.
