A curious mix of exultation and disappointment fell over our party as we regrouped. Spark, Weir and particularly Blaise were triumphant, their victory over the centaur shaman and its summoned elemental everything they’d hoped for. I supposed I should feel equally pleased – I was the one who’d disarmed the shaman and ultimately caused it to lose control of its spell – but fiercer worries crowded over me.
Zurra. She had been there, and I had lost her, again. By the Eternal Alchemy, I seemed fated to continually cross paths with my enemy, yet never be able to bring her to justice. Zurra herself, in her tireless work for the Inquest, seemed almost to have forgotten I existed. It was a humbling thought.
Darr was equally cowed. He too had been on Zurra’s tail, though he wouldn’t say how he’d known where to find her. I still didn’t know who he was working for, and though I didn’t have much choice but to trust him, it wasn’t willingly.