A half-hour after his return, Arran found himself in the garden of a wooden mansion, not far from the barracks that housed the Wolfsblood Army. Spacious and well-maintained, it more resembled a noble's home than it did a soldier's quarters.
"I didn't expect they'd give outsiders so warm a welcome," he said, taking another portion of the grilled meat and flatbread that stood on the table before him. "If I'd known about this, I might have returned sooner."
Kaleesh grinned. "The Governor provides barracks and training fields to all groups that pass through the city," he explained. "And the areas for the larger groups come with some luxuries for their leaders. I don't think they expected an outsider to end up in here."
