(Azriel POV)
Azriel slipped into Ishatar's tent after the simple gruel meal. She could hear the sounds of camp all around. Tomorrow, Elena and Louis would be creating an ambush in the valley. It was a stand they hoped would buy them time and also help them kill as many beasts as possible. The carnage would be tremendous on both sides. Azriel did not have the stomach for it. War was abhorrent to her.
She watched Ishatar sitting on a low chair in the tent. The woman's eyes were red rimmed as she held onto a small box. It was a beautiful ivory box and Azriel recognized it from her shifts with the Shamam.
