"Nyara." Kent called with a serious look.
Nyara turned, surprised by the sudden weight behind his tone.
"When will you make arrangements for my meeting with Muni Naga?"
Her brow raised slightly, but her lips curled into a knowing smile.
"So you've begun to think about it? Are you ready to face him?" she asked, walking toward him slowly.
He gave a silent nod.
Nyara took a deep breath, her voice turning serious. "Tomorrow. We move at dawn. The Patriarch has given permission for you to enter Muni Naga's secluded grove. But you'll be going alone—with me."
Neela blinked. "Alone?"
Nyara met her sister's gaze. "Yes. The place is sealed to outsiders. Not even the royal family enters unless invited. I will escort Kent to the edge of Muni Naga's territory. From there, he must convince the weapon-maker himself. Muni Naga only crafts for those whose intent he deems worthy."
"Are you not coming with me?" Kent asked with a questioning look.
