Dominic stood up on the balcony and holstered the pistol from his right hand, while keeping the other low, hidden by the railing.
"Good afternoon, gentlemen. Might you be so kind as to tell us where we are?"
The group raised their bows with trembling knees.
"Are you a ghost?"
"Of course not. But that's what a ghost would say as well, isn't it? Why don't you start with where we are?"
"Ten kilometres west of Soutford." One of the men answered carefully.
"Oh, right on the Axbridge border, then. That makes sense."
This was the furthest extent of the first storm, the furthest western town in Dagos. If they had been relocated by the storm, they had been hurled to the furthest extent of the phenomenon.
The man nodded, and Dominic continued. "Who is in charge here?"
The hunter shrugged. "Who the hell even knows these days? The Necromancer King sent a whole Regiment of undead to provide aid after the storm, but they killed all the Nobles and the town guards.
