<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Y3n5ibZ.png)</div>Just when Larissa thought she had the final piece of, admittedly circumstantial, evidence in place to lay all blame at the feet of Graymantle and Rose Knights, Giselle put it to her firmly.<br/><br/>She stared back at the barkeep, searching for any lack of conviction or uncertainty in her eyes. And finding none.<br/><br/>The hand Kasala sought to comfort balled into a fist beneath her palm. Larissa's eyes shimmered with as-yet-be shed tears. "Elaine..." she breathed. Shaking her head, Larissa refused to accept it, to accept that her last letter to her fiance and best friend could have never reached her.<br/><br/>She reached for another flagon of ale and drank deep. The mug was set down decisively.<br/><br/>"What was the word on the last White Tusk encampment? How many strong are they?" A fire that could catch the whole tavern they were in burned brightly behind her eyes where tears once threatened to spill.