Arden followed the masked figure out of sight of Greyhold's walls.
They cut across the quiet field until the man slowed and finally stopped near a cluster of trees.
"This place will do," the man said.
Arden's gaze swept the area. His senses reached outward, and no signs of life energy stirred nearby. He gave a small nod. "Yeah. No one's around."
The man turned and lifted his hands to his mask. "I don't wear this to hide from you. It's for the eyes that might have seen me interfere tonight. Luckily, they didn't."
The mask slipped away. Arden wasn't surprised.
The Lord of Greyhold met his gaze calmly.
"I thought so," Arden said.
