Book II - Ayla

Rhobart scratched his beard. “I think those two will end up killing each other. At least I am not the only one to dislike the Dark Mage. I don’t want her near you, and I mean it!” he said to Ayla. She decided not to argue with him. Not yet, at least. “We should leave! The longer we stay here, the bigger the chances of being found by the Orcs! We should have brought our armor with us! Damn!” Rhobart whistled a low tune, and his black horse rushed to him. “You are riding with me, t’xoria!” he said while helping Ayla get on top of Runner. He looked at Godefray. “Take Ayla’s horse!” he said before entering the cabin to grab Ayla’s messenger bag.

Tizgar, Gorn, and Hewe started gathering their belongings and packing them in satchels while Milton, Drax, and Droyn checked the potions and magical plants’ supplies.

Godefray went to where the horses were tied. Eluvene followed him.

“What about the blood oath?” the twins asked.

Ayla grabbed the reins. “While I grew up with Galian as my brother, y