Something strange is going on, I think. I might have thought the Silencians were just finding homes outside the taverns and inns… but then when I asked a tavernkeeper about it, he glared me down until I left. Maybe it was just none of my business – but whatever it is doesn’t change the fact that a large number of refugees are missing.
In the morning, I went to the place I’d stayed upon my arrival in Molash. Several of the pallets were empty, including the three belonging to that boy and his mother and father. The tavernkeeper came up to me and handed me a note, said it was from my friend. It was him I asked about the empty beds. His bushy glare told me to make myself scarce.
The note was the one Meramon had brought from Eliana – I had given it back to him. On the back, in bold, tall handwriting, was written: “Only one crown can be the true crown, but know this: even a true crown need not be locked forever away in a gilded chest.” It was somewhat deeper than what I’d expect from the young Wyvern Lord. Perhaps my flight had hurt him. Injured pride would have ignited a harsh reprimand, though… this was something else. A message. But now I don’t know where he is to ask him what he means.
I checked back with the loremaster, and asked him if the boy had returned yet. He hadn’t.
Where are the missing refugees? Has magic been restored to Silencia? Are the ships taking everyone back again? It seems almost too good to be true, and yet it would not be too soon either.