An hour later, Gray left Chief Tobi's cabin, the faint scent of herbs and blood still clinging to him. The carved symbol on Tobi's back had left an impression on Gray's mind, but he pushed it aside.
His focus now was on the people who mattered most—his followers. He moved through the ship's creaking corridors, the wood groaning beneath his feet, until he reached his cabin.
Opening the door, he found them there.
Twilight sat cross-legged, her brother, Dawn, seated on the floor between her legs. She was meticulously braiding his long red foxy hair, her fingers working with precision.
Dawn, unconcerned by the attention, was focused on sharpening his twin blades. The rhythmic scrape of steel against whetstone filled the room. Across from them, Agape, the towering Orc, sat with his eyes closed, legs folded beneath him.
