It took a good twenty minutes before the Chief Blademaster and Shaman Lert arrived in the tent.
Headmaster Pyrab was busy trying to stifle a smile, to no avail. The joy from seeing my memory of the mother spirit was too much.
"Ah, good, come sit with us." He said brightly. Then frowned for a moment before the smile returned. "Blast it all." He muttered, frustrated, not angry. He glared at me for a few moments. He knew I was hiding something from him, but there was no way in hell I was going to share my friendship with the Weaver. That was mine alone.
I also didn't share the fact that this was my second life. Pyrab had too much to deal with as it was.
The Chief blademaster took his seat at the head of the table, with Rowan on his left, beside me, and the headmaster and shaman on the right.
"What is it, Pyrab?" The Chief Blademaster asked, curtly.
"New information about the landbreaker has come in." The headmaster replied. "Lukas, if you will?"
