We had arrived to a small town, and I called it that, because to call it a town would be disrespectful, it was much bigger than one, but somewhat small for a city.
The place was built taking advantage of the old walls of a castle, it seemed somewhat quiet, but it was full of Englishmen, which gave me to understand that probably many of those who lived here were probably the wives or family of the guards.
-Sir Ivan, before I meet your family, I would like to go to a forge that Magnus can use.
-Yes, I will take you to the only one there is, just follow me Sir Gran.
My fiancé beckoned us to follow him. It was all very nice, a peaceful life, strangely ideal for this time of year.
Something made me alert, this strange peace bothered me for some reason, even in my time as a recluse with Argus, where I didn't know I was a prisoner and things were calm, I felt the need to be alert, but not here, and that bothered me more than ever.
