Chapter 234 - The Rising Isle
The carriage rolled into the expansive, circular plaza that surrounded Freybrook’s Kilnstone. Scarlett and her companions peered out the windows at the bustling lanes, watching as the coachman navigated past the queues leading towards the marble structure at the plaza’s heart, drawing curious looks from many in line.
“So, what do you think it’ll be like?” Allyssa asked across from Scarlett in the cabin.
“Watery,” Rosa responded crisply.
“It’s an island. That’s a given. I mean the parts beyond the obvious.”
“Quintessentially island-y, I’d wager.”
Allyssa sighed in mock frustration. “Ugh. You’re impossible sometimes, Rosa.”
The bard chuckled. “Occasionally, perhaps. I need to balance all of this excessive charm somehow, don’t I? Otherwise, who knows how much of a threat I’ll become to society? It beggars the imagination.”
Scarlett turned to observe Rosa, impressed by the confidence with which she spoke such nonsense.
“Why would you be a threat?” Fynn asked, puzzled. “I thought the demon wasn’t a problem anymore?”
The cabin fell silent briefly, punctuated by Allyssa’s awkward cough.
Rosa simply smiled widely. “I’m glad that some things about you never change, dearest Fynn, even with this despotic taskmaster of ours trying to corrupt that pure little spirit of yours.”
Scarlett frowned.