Apnoch shook his head, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "You really aren't ordinary."
"Never claimed I was." Damien smirked faintly, then gestured. "Lead the way. We've had enough battles for one day."
"Well, let's continue to head back. Lyone's asleep after receiving enough beating for the day." They continued toward the lodging Apnoch had prepared, the weight of the night's revelations still pressing down on all of them.
By the time Damien and Arielle were led into their assigned lodging, exhaustion had sunk into Damien's bones. The place wasn't grand, but it was clean, guarded, and most importantly—quiet. Arielle dropped onto the nearest bed with a sigh, already half-asleep before her boots even touched the floor.
Damien, on the other hand, lingered by the window, looking out over Delwig.
