The world was in a state of calmness but his spine was tangling with worry. The honed instinct of his was telling that the storm was getting close.
The young knight with patience stood in front of the tree alone. He crossed his arms and backed against the tree, staring at the place where Silas vanished with a light.
Although he was a bit worried at the start, considering it was Silas he knew the man could manage it alive with his sly tongue and sharp mind. The only thing he could do was wait and ask about this phenomenon.
Roland looked up at the sky, wondering why he was here. He usually fell into this pattern of thoughts whenever he was alone. And for some reason, he hated that part of him.
Roland shook his head and let out a long sigh. He extended his finger and curved a message on the tree visible to Silas when he came out.
He nodded at the tree and whispered. "Sorry for hurting you."
