Alejo strode up the street with a bag full of bandages. His senses were heightened, and he jumped when a small rock landed in his path. He watched it fly back into Sigwurd's hand.
The leader of the bluecloaks was dressed in his normal attire. A breastplate engraved with runes, leathers, and his blue cloak.
"What were you doing there?" Sigwurd asked from the shadows.
"What were you doing there?" Alejo said far too loudly.
Sigwurd shook his head. "Follow, we can discuss this somewhere quiet."
"You've got to be kidding. No. I'm taking these to her; she needs me."
"Meet me after then. Say nothing to the Svartalfar."
Alejo scowled. "How do I know you won't try to kill me next?"
"I give you my word. I've never gone back on my word, you know this."
Alejo spat. "And you've never tried to murder one of your own protectors. It's a day for firsts."