Andor.
We journeyed for a few days and reached Albion. The gates were locked, but Gilbert was on the watch tower monitoring the incoming and outgoing. He had a flicker in his recognition on his face as he scanned my face, but he did not do anything.
"Are you sure that he can see you?" Derek asked.
"Of course, he can." I replied.
"It doesn't seem so. Or maybe he does not know you." Derek said.
I hissed and Derek burst out laughing. He seemed to enjoy annoying me a little bit too much. I did not how to let him know that it could end with his head separated from his body.
We sat on our horses, waiting for him to instruct them to open the gates, but he did not. Instead, he kept facing forward, which drove me straight to irritation.
"Gibert!" I screamed. "Is there a piece of cloth tied around your eyes?"
