Liam would have loved nothing more than to hike up the hill to his father's tent in order to explain everything that he'd been through and everything he'd witnessed in the days since he 'disappeared.' In a perfect world, he'd have ridden at least an hour away from here to have that conversation where he could be certain that no prying ears would overhear.
Unfortunately for Liam and his parents as well, there were expectations that had to be met, or all manner of rumors would fly through the camp overnight.
"We'll have time for a serious discussion before the night is done," Loghlan said, throwing an arm around Liam's shoulder and pulling him close. "With so many of our knights and captains here tonight, joining them for dinner is unavoidable. Keep quiet about what you must, share what you can, and we'll excuse ourselves early."
"Can you manage that much, son?" Loghlan asked. "Or did you rush here with demons close behind you? If we need to prepare for battle…"
