After that, Ruvian and Calyra were escorted into one of the estate's reception parlors.
The room was elegant, though Ruvian barely registered any of it. Another matter had already taken root in his thoughts.
While waiting for Orianna to return, he glanced toward Calyra.
"Say, do you know the route to Frostgrave Fortress? More importantly, do you know how to get inside?"
A faint flicker of surprise disturbed Calyra's otherwise impassive expression.
She clearly had not expected that question.
"I do. I've been there several times before. Why?"
Meeting her puzzled blue stare, Ruvian answered gravely, his expression hardening.
"Change of plan. I just saw something bad happening at Frostgrave."
Calyra's eyes widened slightly.
Almost at once, she connected his words to her father's abrupt departure earlier. If her father had rushed away because of Frostgrave, then whatever Ruvian had seen was unlikely to be unrelated.
"When are we going?" she asked tersely.
