The morning after the confrontation with Kunther dawned clear and crisp over the Land of Roakan, the mountain air carrying a sharp chill that contrasted with the warmth still lingering in Raaya Villa's halls.
Jake had risen early, the events of the previous night replaying in his mind as he dressed in simple but finely made traveling clothes—a dark tunic and trousers suited for riding, with a cloak thrown over his shoulders.
The villa bustled quietly around him, servants preparing provisions and Dragon Maidens checking equipment in the courtyard.
He was preparing to depart for the high passes to answer the invitation from his mother's clan, the Jiunsu Clan.
The scroll still rested on his desk, its elegant script a quiet promise of answers—or dangers—he had yet to face. His mind was already half-turned toward the journey when a maid appeared at his door with news of a visitor.
Angana Phoenix had arrived unannounced, requesting a private audience before he left.
