Chapter 194: Forgotten in Time
Ambrose had only been looking for an excuse to stick close to a druid and avoid that dark force surging toward him. Who could have imagined that casually mentioning a name from his memories would tie him to Sares by blood?
Sares stared at him. "Where exactly did you hear that name?"
His suspicion was understandable. Alina Sanda had died over three hundred years ago. If she hadn't been recorded in his clan genealogy—and hadn't made notable contributions to the tribe—Sares himself might not have remembered her.
A Stormborn showing up in the middle of the night asking about a druid dead for three centuries—nothing about that was normal.
Ambrose could only reply, "An elder of mine once mentioned her. He lived a very long time, and his memory had grown hazy. Near the end, there weren't many names he could still recall. Alina Sanda was one of them. I took this opportunity to ask about her."
At least half of that was true. Ambrose had met too many people in his lifetime. Time had eroded most into little more than vague impressions, dust in the corners of his memory. Only a few names remained.
"In the middle of the night?" Sares said, unconvinced.
"By day, I represent the kingdom. This is a personal matter. Public and private affairs should be kept separate. Of course, disturbing you so late is undoubtedly rude of me. Please accept this small gift as an apology."
Ambrose took out a small cloth pouch and handed it over.