Azriel sat in the horse and rode to the inn, they now call their home. When he finished his conversation with the princess, he found that the rest had left. It was strange because kielee won't leave without him.
She was not a lover of parties neither was he. Whenever there was a party in the tribe, they would look for an excuse to go hunting. It was better to keep watch at the gate than to sit and watch people dance…or drink ale.
"Heather, where are you?" Azriel asked himself as he neared the inn. He looked around. There was nothing abnormal happening. Everyone was doing his or her business. If the guards arrested his friends, they would have sent for him by now.
"Welcome Lord," the barman bowed.
"Are my men inside?" Azriel asked the man. He hoped he was right. If anything happens to them, he was going to blame himself.
He brought them to survive not to get them killed by these dirty people.
