"It's the third one," whispered Xannos.
"They're unto us, I feel it," said Reaper.
Mori was walking leaning on Aura, his arm around her shoulder, which she held tightly.
They walked slowly, Mori's body barely able to go straight with the poor sewing job done to attach his limbs back together.
Mori was back to wearing his cloak, which Lilae had recovered for him.
"I guess we can kill them, again," said Lilae.
"Are they human?" asked Mori, not even looking up.
"They are," she responded.
"Then kill them."
Reaper's smile stretched across his face.
They were around 100 meters from the guards. Around 12 of them with heavy shields and swords, all standing on the road facing them.
For once, however, a carriage with two horses was off the road, on the grass.
"We'll take their carriage," said Mori.
As they approached, one guard loudly spoke.
