Chapter 401: Send Word to Adriel Kenion, Immediately!

Maria Scurr stared at Asher Jauncy's grave expression, fingers clenched so tightly around the hem of her clothes that her knuckles blanched. "Asher… Grandpa, he… how is he, really?" Her voice trembled. "Is he… not going to make it?" For days, she had kept vigil by the bedside, watching Murphy Scurr's breath grow weaker with each passing day. No matter how much she refused to accept it, she could not stop her mind from drifting toward the worst. Asher turned to her. The hardness in his eyes...