The darkness grew, a few stars appeared in the sky, and the moon lifted above the rocks. Then soundlessly, like a ghost out of the night, a pale blur of wings swooped over the crowd of bandits, who ducked their heads and cried out in alarm. Vair crouched down as he caught a glimpse of crooked talons. It was an owl, gliding down to the top of the central rock. Even in the darkness, his eyes glared amber. Vair caught his breath as he stared at the creature...