The group gathered near a narrow alley beside a run-down tavern, where drunken laughter spilled into the street. The night was thick with heat and distant shouting from nearby fighting pits. Kael stood with arms folded, eyes scanning the street as Ariana adjusted her cloak beside him.
Vic leaned against the wall with a groan. "My Lord, can I ask again—are you sure this isn't some idiotic plan that ends with me getting beaten by muscle-bound maniacs?"
Kael raised an eyebrow. "You think I'd let that happen to you, Vic?"
"Yes," Gare and Barret answered in unison.
Vic scowled. "I hate this group."
Barret narrowed his eyes at Kael. "You've been acting strange since we got here. What exactly are you planning,My Lord?"
Kael gave them a sly grin. "A small detour. Me and Ariana have some business to attend to."
Gare crossed his arms. "You're not heading to the Church, are you?"
