Abruptly, the door banged open, and Magor entered, blood running down his cheek, slipping a sword back into his belt as he walked in. There were five other elven warriors with him, who began searching through the suite of rooms. Behind them Malvor was looking distraught. The elven prince strode over to the fireplace where Rhae was standing.
”Did Landro say anything about her intentions upon arriving here?” he demanded. ”Any slip of the tongue, any thoughts on returning to Helcar?” The words tumbled out of his mouth, one after the other.