The rumble of our feet on the cobblestone road echoed throughout the town as we headed towards the front gate. The townsfolk had already cleared the way for us to head through as I led the way.
When we arrived at the gate, Morris watched us from the side. I gave him a knowing glance as he looked away in shame. I haven't forgotten how he tried to arrest me, but I've decided to let bygones be bygones. He was just doing his job after all. I won't castigate him for doing what he was supposed to do.
When we walked over the lowered drawbridge, the air of freedom met my nose. The wind that shifted and moved each individual blade of grass on the field struck my face as I enjoyed the summer air.
