Chapter 56
When I opened the door to my room the next morning, the same city guardsman from last night was still standing in the hallway, alert as ever. I blinked up at him in surprise.
"You didn't go home?" I asked.
"You told me to wait, sir," he replied, his voice flat, the bags under his eyes heavy. His back was straight as an arrow, his armor slightly askew, and he looked like he'd stood in that spot all night.
To his credit, he didn't even flinch at the sight of Vorrak in my hands, his skeletal skull glowing faintly with blue flame in its sockets. Vorrak gave the guard a once-over and muttered, "I like this one. Obedient. I could use one like him."
I sighed.
I had told the man to wait, sure, but I hadn't expected him to actually do it. I just wanted to get rid of him. Last night had been a lot.
