Chapter 78: Secrets, Truths, and Bullshitting, Part 2

Dwalinn gave me a look that said he wasn't blaming me, but I stared at him until he relented. 

He sighed. "Shana Starr, Jackson Grover, and Bjorn Ericsson." 

I didn't know the first two very well. I just knew Shana was a nymph with dark skin that glowed like a sea of stars, while Jackson was the only other satyr in class. They were both red cloaks. 

In my mind's eye, I recalled a moment I'd shared with Bjorn the Viking where I helped bandage a deep wound in his side. That had happened in the run where I got killed by the maenad queen for the first time, so Bjorn wouldn't have remembered. I did though. 

"Vargr," I cursed.