Marachius felt his mace slapping against his thigh as he walked along the streets of Boralus with his squad. They’d been ordered to head over to Proudmore Keep. The five paladins stayed together as they moved through the crowd. Marachius tried to follow the lead of his teammates, keeping his hand near his weapon and scanning the crowd for anything unusual.
“Don’t expect much excitement,” Nara said as she glanced over at Marachius. “But better to keep your eyes open just the same.”
“Let’s stay focused,” Kiernan called back as he continued to lead the group through the people on the street.
“Yes, sir,” Marachius answered. As he followed along, he continued to scan that crowd. And that’s when he saw him.
Jonah was...
The group of five paladins guided their chargers through the streets of Boralus, making their way back towards the docks. The hooves of the chargers were caked with the mud of a long journey, and clumps fell off onto the streets as the horses clip-clopped past all the pedestrians. The paladins, though weary, sat upright in the saddle and carefully guided the chargers single-file past all the people.
“Keep up, Ainsley!”
Marachius raised his head and realized that he had fallen behind. Worse still, the other four were all staring back at him. Marc nudged his horse in the side and caught up with the rest. Once back with the group, he nodded and the others started moving again.
“Window shopping?” Nara asked, glancing over her...