Knock. Knock.
A sudden knock at the door drew both of our attention. The sound was crisp and deliberate.
I glanced at the door, then at Denus, giving him a subtle gesture that I'd handle it.
He gave a small nod and sank back into the couch.
I pushed myself forward, swimming toward the entrance. When I slid the latch and pulled the door open, I was met with the sight of two merfolk who were impossible to mistake.
The first had sleek, deep blue scales running down his tail, shimmering faintly in the dim light—Luris Glanis, someone I had encountered before.
Beside him was another, taller and broader-shouldered, with a striking red tail that seemed to radiate quiet strength. That one could only be Muirs, his younger brother.
"Who is it, Arawn?" Denus called from behind me, his tone casual.
Before I could answer, Luris spoke for himself, his voice smooth and unhurried. "I'm Luris Glanis, the next heir to the throne of Aquis Vanlur. May I enter your humble home, Sir Denus?"
