------------- Tales of the Silver Gryphon – Honeymoon

With the Shadow War over, things changing all around them, and few of those things what JT would have considered “for the better”, there was nothing keeping them at Syvasgaard any longer. Fallon might miss her sister, a little, but to be honest, they’d never seen eye to eye. And JT had always been a loner. Rangers were like that more often than not. Most of the Syvasgaard lot were just too damned weird.

So after the wedding, with entirely too much fanfare and press for either one of them, they simply disappeared. The official story was they were heading out on their honeymoon, but no one could understand why Fallon and JT wouldn’t accept the generous offer of the World Gate or even a trip in the Ravenclaw. They just saddled up their horses and rode for three weeks to get to Wyreport where they boarded a clipper for Kibberan.

Fallon had made only one request of any of them before she left. She asked Emma to put a Krell block on scrying, detection or any other kind of location magic, a permanent one. They would not be back. And if they did happen by Carellon at some point in the future, they didn’t really want to see any of the Silver Gryphon again. Their honeymoon with each other was just beginning. Their honeymoon with the Silver Gryphon and the Legacy was long since over.

“Well, don’t that beat all.”

“What’s that, darlin’?”

“This would be the pier where da cap’n said ta meet ‘im. Don’t see ‘im do ya?”

“Not a hair. With all the cathouses here ‘bouts, I reckon he’s a might busy and done forgot our appointment.”

“Aye. Most likely. Oh well. I’ll set Bryciene a’watch fer ‘im. We kin get a ‘otel room and wait.”

“Sounds like a plan. We oughta head up yonder a ways. This place here ain’t exactly the Royal Arms in Dient.”

“Aye, this crowd don’t look like it could spell ‘satin sheets’, let alone afford ‘em.”

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