"Caleb?" Daryn exclaimed when he picked up his brother's call. "By Skadi! You have called me after a long time. How are you? How is Elize? When the hell are you coming back? Dawn was enquiring about Elize. I hope she is fine!"
"Calm down Daryn," came Caleb's dry voice. "You have too many questions."
"No, there are more," Daryn snapped. "You bloody get your ass right back to Bainsburgh. There are way too many things to discuss."
"There are," Caleb replied and Daryn could imagine him pinching the skin between his brows. "I am on my way to Scotland," Caleb continued. "There's someone I want you to help. His name is Auril, the druid prince of Fulshire forests. He is running away from his kingdom which I suspect is to find someone. He hasn't told me anything about it though."
