“So the pixie was banished down to Strarth?” Zarall asked in disbelief. He sat at his office desk talking to Primrose through the viewscreen before him. That explains a lot. Zarall thought. He had noticed that the pixie was missing yet no one had acknowledged it. This explained it.

“It appears that way. I scanned for her presence, and she was located somewhere in the forest. I’m unable to find her exact location, it seems as if she’s masked her presence.” Primrose reported from one of the snow-covered flower gardens.

“How are you going to find her without revealing yourself then?”

“I’m not. Bryson is.”

“… Come again?” Zarall said blinking several times in disbelief.

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

“Bryson and a couple others are searching for her.”

“Bryson? As in Bryson Coldwater? You’re trusting him with the pixie?” Zarall said leaning in.

“Why not? I thought our job was to help Bryson do the right thing.”

“This is different.”

“How? You know what Bryson’s been through. Why would he murder the pixie?”

“Because every situation he was in before, he got in them because he was trying to protect his family.” Zarall said, “This time the pixie’s the only thing that can save his sister.”

“Same worst case no matter who finds her first.”

“But it’s Bryson we’re talking about.”

“He’s proven to do the right thing before.”

“He’s killed to protect Sable once already.” Zarall argued.

“It was an accident.” Primrose shot back.

Zarall took a pause from this argument, “You use to worry about Bryson Coldwater. What’s changed?”

“I’ve met him, realized he’s just another kid. More than that, I believe in him. He’s a good child.” Primrose said adamantly staring unblinkingly at the screen.

Zarall slowly leaned back on his chair and nodded his head, “Alright, let’s hope.”