A crowd began to form outside the inn, growing larger by the minute. They all wanted to see the proof. They wanted to see the head of the monster that had terrorised their lives for so long.
The captain of the city guard, a tall, grim-faced man named Gregor, arrived with a squad of his best soldiers.
They pushed their way through the excited crowd and into the inn. Gregor stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the head. He was a practical man.
He had spent his entire career planning the city's defences against the swarm. He knew, better than anyone, what this meant.
"Is he still here?" Gregor asked Tyren, his voice low and serious.
"Upstairs," Tyren grunted, pointing with his thumb. "Resting."
Gregor nodded. The man who had saved their city was under his roof. He had a duty to protect him.
"Post a guard," he commanded his soldiers. "Two men at the bottom of the stairs, two at the top. No one, and I mean no one, is to disturb the Grey Ghost. Let him rest."
