It started with wheels on the road. The Dravenmoor banners were hoisted proudly, carried by horsemen.
Then came the horns, the wolves, the carts—and what could only be described as a small army of relatives.
Eira froze mid-stir at the stove. "That… sounds like too many people."
Marla peeked out the window. "Too many people? That's more than a dozen.
Mira came running to the waystation kitchen from her post outside. "What's with the home invasion?"
"Haven't you heard, Tristan and Shannon are expecting a baby. The Moon Goddess granted them their fervent wish."
"Ha… ha… ha… I won. The guards lost the bet," Mira walked out to collect her winnings.
Joshua and Jericho, the storehouse clerks overheard Mira shouting for joy. Not only had she won a bet, but now the Moon Goddess had indeed blessed Tristan and Shannon—and the entire Greystone family.
