“What is the point of having a watch, if the watchman falls asleep!” snarled Jax in Melvin’s direction.
“I’m……Sorry,” stammered the thief, knowing all too well his position within the group was tenuous. Jax never wanted to bring him along in the first place, suggesting he be left behind in Greshfell.
“Sorry! You’re lucky it was only a damn Witch Hunter and her brutish protection squad with bigger fish to catch. We’d all be dead if had been those soul sucking ethereal things.”
“I said I was sorry,” he pleaded. “I guess I was more tired than I thought.”
“It has been a rough few days,” added Fraevon, as he wandered over to Rohlen tending to his sister.
“I must know I can rely on you all,” said Jax, looking at each of them in turn.
“We all need to know that,” countered Rohlen. “Either we are all in this together, or we walk away now.”
Yulien wandered to the edge of what was left of the inn, her gaze focused upon the road in which they’d previously walked, and in which the Hunter now followed.
“She too hunts for Shala,” she said in sombre tone. “and hopes to find her through her minions.”
“How do you know?” asked Rohlen curiously. “She made no mention of this.” Yulien did not reply.
“I see no reason for this to change things,” said Jax packing up his sleeping gear. “As far as I can tell, they’re heading in the wrong direction.”
Nobody spoke as they packed, ready to move on from the remnants of The Travellers Rest. An uneasy air of uncertainty hung over them all. Finally Tumbor broke the silence,
“Well I’m hungry, angry, and some shapeshifting little swine has my axe.”
They all looked at each other and nodded in an unspoken agreement that they were all in this together.
“To the mountains then,” said Fraevon, putting his hand on the dwarf’s shoulder. ” Come along my friend, let’s get you some breakfast.”
“Finally,” he replied. “Food and solid rock.”