Auren's words made the air still, drier than it had any right to be.
Asenya stood beside him—silent, composed—but even she turned her head, the faintest trace of shock crossing her features at what had just spilled from the boy's lips.
But Auren didn't seem to care.
He simply added.
"Well! Take me to your damn king. There's divine retribution waiting for him. What in the world is this senseless shedding of blood?"
The Knight shifted slightly. The dim light in his eyes flared, kindling anew at Auren's defiance.
He leaned away from the golden man and turned to Auren, voice calm yet firm.
"I shall take you to the King, Sir Cadre."
Just then, the cloaked men reached them. The one at the front glanced at the Knight.
"Sir Armsteir, why would you take the Divine Cadre to the King? Matters such as these should be handled by the Temple of the Dark God."
He turned to Auren and bowed low.
