The wyverns soared through the sky, their powerful wings cutting through the cold air. The woman clutched the saddle tightly, her heart racing from the whirlwind of events.
The Halfling ambassador's voice carried over the rushing wind. "Listen carefully."
She turned her head slightly, straining to hear. "Even with wyverns, you cannot fly straight into human lands."
Her grip tightened. She had expected this; the Amazarak were not welcome in any kingdom. The Halfling Kingdom, however, was neutral—a rare bridge between nations.
"We must land at the Halfling capital first," the ambassador continued. "There, I will do what I can to speed up your entry process."
Her stomach twisted with anxiety. "How long will that take?"
The ambassador's eyes darkened slightly. "Officially? Weeks."
A sharp breath escaped her lips. Weeks? That was impossible. By then, Zania would already be gone.
