Chapter 105

He turned his head slightly and out of the corner of his eye observed the streets of the town, the main street: the one from which he himself had arrived, was completely deserted. No citizens, no noise, only the light wind that stroked his hair ruffling it slightly.

He turned his head away and again looked at a street, this time smaller, even that was deserted. They were completely alone, as if the village had suddenly been abandoned.

No one walked, no one looked out the windows, no one moved.

Instinctively, Doreon brought one hand to the hilt of the sword and the other to the dagger over his chest. He remained motionless. The buildings behind him, his head slightly turned, while out of the corner of his eye he looked intently at the small street. His men did not notice Doreon's state of tension in the slightest, but rather continued to arrange their belongings and give orders to each other.

Doreon waited, his body attentive, all his senses on alert. Then