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The petals annoy me with a solid YES and I curse under my breath and scowl at the bowl, this time failing to thank them for their wisdom and guidance for a full thirty seconds after. I grind out a thanks with gritted teeth and a furrowed brow.

'Enough bloody questions, I think.' I tip the bowl with a flick, disturbing the surface so the petals sink to the bottom and break the divination

'Thank you for your answers and your guidance.' I smirk up at the roof then walk away from the bowl in agitation. I need to be rational about this. The gods are right. Killing him is not an option until I know what he can do. Finding him is a certainty and leaving him afterwards, not very smart. Others will find him and who knows what fate he has and with whom.

I know one thing for certain, I’m tired of this endless time away from home and I ache to get back to my castle, back to the soft landscape and gentle rolling hills of home, and the awful wet and dank weather. This t