The merchant leaded them to wash their red hands. They got back and James poured them some tea. The cold already made their hands red and thick skinned. "Please, have some".
"I will go with Roham, I know my father has spies in harbor and I can recognize them all. It may help us". Rayama informed him and reached out her hand for the cup inside the tray.
Doxcin gazed at her. This time with respect. James was treating her very well mannered. He followed her move and picked up his cup to warm his body. Couldn't refuse while he needed warm tea so much.
At the moment wolves howled and all gazes shifted to window side on the right side.
"You supposed to come earlier, dark isn't so mile recently. I wish you could stay here, the wolves already burst to a song of death", James got up his chair directed to night.
