Chapter 22

The guys were gathered in a jovial atmosphere, sharing a deep belly laugh over a joke Nash had recently cracked. Even Rolf,who often seemed lost in his own thoughts, couldn't resist a subtle chuckle. But amid the laughter, Thorian remained an island of contemplation, his eyes fixed on some distant horizon of his own musings.

Then, Nash, in a sudden shift of focus, turned the conversation towards Rolf. "By the way, Rolf, where have you been lately?" Nash's question seemed innocent enough, but it was enough to make Draven and Wulfric, their curiosity piqued, direct their inquisitive gazes at him.

Rolf, feeling the weight of their scrutiny, couldn't help but gulp nervously. He was determined to maintain an air of nonchalance, avoiding any hints of suspicion. It was a tricky balancing act.

Lukas, always the life of the group, chimed in with an assumption. "Probably with his girlfriend," he said, responding on Rolf's behalf. The mischievous glint in Lukas' eyes wasn't lost on Rolf, who did