Rissa's quarters, he assumed as he shut the door.
Rissa's sharp glance found him twice, as if to ensure he continued to follow them.
Rissa's voice drew him from his thoughts.
"I'm actually learning from him, Sirian," was Rissa's arch response.
"There's more than one scout," Taran said, eyes on Rissa's back.
It shoved Rissa's horse off the trail in its haste, where a branch knocked her to the ground.
Taran handed off the horse to a stable hand and turned to watch as Sirian took Rissa's arm, leading her into a squat stone building at the center of the fortress.
"I can't imagine Rissa's guards last long," Taran said.
"We serve Sirian at Rissa's command, though there are some in the kingdom who do not think the Warlord should be a woman," Allin clarified with a faint smile.
Then he gathered his weapons, intent on leaving before Sirian's men muddied up any tracks left behind by Rissa's captors.
He motioned for Taran to follow and led him up the stairs into Rissa's expansive chambers.
He retreated obediently to Rissa's quarters and crossed to close the opened windows.
Messengers perched near the door in one huddle while various warriors, Rissa's counselors, and strangers occupied the floor area.
The walls are made of the demon's magic, and Rissa's armies are too far south to hold the city.
The book was where he left it in Rissa's chambers.
Memon slashed Rissa's arm with his demon's talons, and the demon within her rippled her body as it moved to avoid the madman.
Talons pierced Rissa's stomach as Memon plunged his hand into her body, withdrawing a black creature the size of its arm that pulsed and writhed.
Taran snatched Rissa's bloodied body and backpedaled.
The two guards and Rissa's body were gone.
I was pained to hear of Rissa's death.
The mention of Rissa's death disturbed him.