In the early morning, Roby and I turned back to the tower. Changing our clothes, she helped me to get out. My wound almost improved and soon I could walk properly.
We strode to the cells where Patrise was standing. I sensed the heavy eyes that fixed on me. Yet, I didn't know many of these people. I saw Wilber who was waving his hand for me and I replied in the same way. Stumbling further, I looked at Roby in panic.
"We caught the smuggler, are they looking at us because of that?" I asked, begging to hear yes.
Her mood went miserable, frown brought curves between her eyebrows. Instead, I was trying to wear a composed face to soothe down my anxiety but the truth was beyond that face.
"I don't know how but they all know that you are the shield maker and the new weaver. The situation is very complicated."
