An hour and a half later, Azrael and Fabian reached the northern outskirts of Wynford. It was a town that straddled the border between Duke Alistair's territory and Norvac, the domain of Marquis Harlington.
They dismounted their horses and led them to a local stable, leaving them to be taken care of as they continued on foot. Hopefully, their steeds would not have contracted some rare disease by the time they came back, with how unsightly the place was.
Fabian's eyes darted left and right as they walked, in search of an isolated spot. He wrinkled his nose in dissatisfaction each time they passed by unsuitable locations.
They couldn't follow any of the apparation gates that was managed by the Imperial families, because Azrael wasn't ready to make his presence in Dalniar known.
So they had to find a secluded spot to teleport from. It was starting to become a hassle, not that it wasn't from the very beginning. Fabian sighed.
