The lane was too dark, a phantom displayed on the wall as the moonlit reached there. It was fast and made a gust that drew Wilmore's cloak back. He was watching the people.
"Did they come?" His eyes were still on the folk that was cheering for the acrobat man that was crossing the rope between two spears.
"Yes, I saw them at the gate. I think we must join them in the gallery, accept the invitation."
Hux asked, approaching him.
"Why do you wish that? Did you see something?"
Hux didn't know how to say that. He was sure that they surveyed the forest and the road of Riva and nothing they grasped at that moment.
"A deer faerie was madly massacred, exactly on the road that we came back. The Lord took it here and fetched it to the gate watchmen. The heart and blood were evacuated."
Wilmore turned to him, his gray wolfish eyes glinted, that look meant a lot to Hux. He expected that gesture toward this declaration.
"How could it be possible?"
