It was no secret that Wren had taken to the little Tiefling child, Arabella. She protected her from Kagha when she tried to imprison her, or worse, allow her snake to bite her. Astarion had noticed the small, worried pinch in her brow as she stared into the campfire at night when they discovered many of the Tieflings had been kidnapped as they entered the Shadow Lands.

But then they found her, and what a surprise that was. The little spitfire was smothering shadow creatures with vines as if she’d been a Druid for ages. A side effect of touching Kagha’s ritual chalice, no doubt. Wren had eagerly welcomed the girl into her arms and vowed to find her parents without a moment’s doubt.

But now…