Stillon has hidden who he is his entire life. He has hidden it so well that his wings barely work. But it has kept him safe. The humans who fear his people even though they are all dead don’t question a sharp faced man with a large backpack who is only in day for a day or two. At least until he met Jerome, a traveling bard who recognises what he is immediately. He seems kind, but is that kindness because he doesn’t fear Stillon, or because he wants the secret treasure of the Aveen?