The horses seemed to be in good shape, well-rested and well-fed, and were willing enough to be loaded up and mounted. Nikol did a final sweep of the building – someone might be able to tell the place had been occupied, if they looked closely, but they’d shoveled dirt over the coals and put most everything else back where they’d found it.
“You’re really worried, aren’t you?” Aran was eyeing her sidelong. “I thought it was just, let’s get out of here, that sort of thing, but you’re really worried someone is going to come after you.”
“Us.” She rubbed her arms and looked off over the destroyed neighborhood. “Yeah. Yeah. I was fine fighting for money until, well. Until I saw what the Mountain did. Then I tried to turn in my banner and leave. Merc, you know. You fight when you want to. But they wouldn’t let me. So running, well. It’s the best option, but I still don’t really believe it will work.” Continue reading