Kaelen broke the silence asking a diffrent thing.
"Who are you?"
The dark-haired man exchanged a brief glance with his companion.
"We should introduce ourselves first," he said.
Kaelen waited.
The blonde-haired man seemed to consider his words carefully before speaking.
"There is little to tell."
"Then start with your names."
A faint smile touched the blonde man's lips.
"You are direct."
"I prefer answers."
Lysander a quiet huff of amusement.
"Some things haven't changed."
Kaelen's eyes narrowed.
"What does that mean?"
"Nothing."
Kaelen stared at him for another moment.
He didn't believe him.
Before he could press further, the blonde-haired man stepped in.
"We are travelers," he said. "Our carriage broke down. We were on our way to Dunhaven for the king's funeral."
Kaelen looked past him at the damaged carriage.
