“Maighstir Darkblade,” Balgair returned the greeting.
“From the energy signature that Ibrix passed along, you are in Eola.” When Balgair nodded again, Rhyslin leaned back, causing the image in the crystal to distort. “I didn’t expect to hear from you for another two weeks when you returned. Did something happen that stopped you?”
“Aye, sir,” Balgair …