Phew!
Jerouch exhaled, then sucked in another cool, relaxing breath. His eyes held a tinge of curiosity, as they wondered from above to below, and then from his left view to his right.
''So, this is the capital, eh?'' Jerouch snickered, his eyes revealing a cold glint, contrary to the sheepish demeanor he wore before the captain.
Everything was going just as he planned, all of except the the ship wreck of course, but who cared. What mattered the most was that he had escaped and finally, he was inside the clutches of the royals, ir so were they called.
A soothing atmosphere embraced Jerouch leaving his hair to dance along the cool breeze. Up above, the sky was flooded with several flying ships, each relatively smaller than the one Jerouch saw his pursuer used back when he was almost cornered by the people of the Grey skull guild.
