"You dug up a one-eyed angel statue in the river you're dredging?"
Horn, who was having breakfast in his silken pajamas, nearly sprayed milk out of his nose.
He fumbled for a handkerchief, trying to wipe the milk from the corner of his mouth.
Sitting across the dining table, Hilov tilted her head, puzzled as to why Horn had such a big reaction.
Unlike the clear skies of the past few days, a glance out the arched window frames revealed the shadowed mountains and a sky thick with leaden clouds.
A gentle drizzle tapped on the eaves, making an unusual ticking sound.
Since capturing the Demon Hunter, Horn found himself with free time for a while, especially since this unexpected rain further limited his activities to the small town.
September was just around the corner, and the annual heavy rain arrived on time in the Thousand River Valley, though it was better than last year, the autumn rain of 1445 was less than that of 1444.
