The streets were still restless when Arden and his party turned from the markets.
The jeers and side glances followed them like shadows, but none of them looked too bothered.
Rael whistled low. "Back to being scorned again. Guess it's starting to feel like home."
Nyra shot him a look, but even she couldn't hide the faint smile tugging at her lips.
Zephyra only gave a rumbling growl, smoke curling faintly from her jaws as they pushed through the crowd.
When they reached the main street toward the inn, Arden slowed his steps.
Something tugged at him, a pulse just beyond the walls of Greyhold. His boots stopped moving.
"You all go on ahead," he said suddenly.
Rael frowned. "What now?"
Arden just waved him off. "Something I need to check. Don't wait up."
Nyra raised a brow. "Just don't die doing it."
Rael grinned. "And if you do, leave us your sword."
Arden smirked at them before turning on his heel.
