[THE MIDLANDS]
"Did you get what you went for?" Alanor asked Usman who was seated outside their house.
They all could tell that their time on this side of the midlands was coming to an end. Greroth was the last one of them all, and now that they had gotten their gold. They knew that life as they knew it would change.
"Yes boss. We got our quota and more," Usman said and Alanor just nodded. He was still pissed about how Grant had turned out to be.
The young Wynter had been hoping to make their final goodbye a memorable one, and free his ex of the binds but then the bastard just had to be an abusive wench. He had everything he needed and yet he had turned on his mate. That thing didn't sit well with him.
Alanor knew that Cass would have healed either way, but he couldn't help but wonder what could have happened if Cass wasn't the crown prince of Acrod, and even Alanor's friend.
