Their only options had been to go to the Blood Desert and ask Salaark for hospitality in her beach house. The Overlord had graciously agreed, according to the couple the same privileges Lith and Kamila had enjoyed during their honeymoon.
"Stupid calendar." Nalrond sighed. "Our fifteen days are almost over. Time sure flies when nobody tries to kill you."
"It sure does. I- wait a second." Friya felt something tug at her consciousness and answered her communication amulet. "The good news is that's not my parents. The bad news is that's Lith."
"Why is that bad news?" Nalrond asked.
"When is the last time he called you just to chat?" Friya grunted. "He only remembers communication amulets exist when he needs something."
"Sad, but true. Why aren't you answering?" He said.
