The rhythmic thud of crude tools digging into the earth was the only sound in the tense silence of the carriage.
Alva and Xyon exchanged a glance, their postures rigid as they awaited Lidien's command.
Seeing them both bowing earnestly, Lidien smiled as he gently tapped the table with his finger.
"Alva, get a thousand men to follow us into the Dark Wolf Clan. Also... I need all the wagons you retrieved from the escaped slaves."
Alva bowed and immediately left after saying her goodbyes to Lidien.
"And you, Xyon... stay here with Mad Dog... no matter what happens, stay alive... and do not forget the letter I gave you."
Xyon bowed and gripped his hands until his knuckles turned white. He was being left behind, deemed not yet strong enough to stand at his Master's side in the den of the Dark Wolf Clan.
"Yes... Master."
Lidien watched Xyon leave the carriage and sighed as he watched the sun now slightly above the horizon.
