Seren's expression changed, her eyes widening. "Scouts?"
Darion nodded. "Two of them. They were in a tree near the outskirts of Percvale, using perspective glasses to observe the castle grounds. They had been there for hours."
He explained everything in chronological order, his voice steady. He told them about the hunt, about summoning the undead bird, about spotting the figures in the tree. He described how he had hidden and approached them, how he had used Borrowed Sight to watch them without being seen. He repeated the conversation he had overheard, the words still fresh in his mind.
"They mentioned a name," Darion said. "Vrethka."
When he said the name, Garren's expression shifted. There was a flicker of recognition in his eyes, a hardening of his features. "Vrethka?"
Darion noticed his reaction. "You know it?"
