Kintla Flatlands The one to whom I should be right

This will be my final post here.

Taking the nod as some form of approval, the shadowed man was quick to turn at his heel and tread onward.

The sooner they arrived, the better. He would waste no time; this was not just for the sake of Nyra, but driven by his fear of the likely outcome if Ursus and War were to catch up with the stragglers.