— ZORYN —
"Have you guys seen my dad?" I ask, frowning slightly. The feast is ending, meaning it's nearly midnight, but I haven't seen Dad at all—actually, now that I think of it, I haven't seen Ren, either.
"I haven't seen him since earlier with you," Roan answers. "Maybe the elders needed his help with something?"
I push my empty plate away (it was my fourth) and cross my arms. "I guess that makes sense…"
"I passed him an hour before the feast," Riven answers thoughtfully. "He was on his way out of the festival grounds."
"Really?" I click my tongue. "Man, my old man doesn't tell me shit. I wonder what he's getting up to."
"I can't imagine he'd be gone for long on his kid's big day," Ashen adds. "He's a Dragon Lord, anyway, so nothing bad could happen to him."
I shake my head, amused, "I'm not worried about him, I'm worried for everyone else—that guy does some scary shit when I'm not with him. For all I know, he's off killing a bunch of people."
