Cloak...
The sound of the wagon rolling over a random bump in Sinclair's capital road didn't change the atmosphere in the wagon's cabin even a little.
The four of us sat across from the Kloc... cock... I-don't-know guy, on a long wooden makeshift slab being used as a bench. Beside me sat Sera, then Lydia, then Merin in that order.
The general sat directly across from Lydia, but his eyes never left me.
I understood that Ilya had warned him not to let me out of his sight even for a second... but hey! I wasn't that bad... was I?
The prisoner's outfit didn't differentiate by gender. All of us wore the same orange clothes and brown boots. I was guessing orange covered the stains from brick-red dust better than other colors.
The general, in his sturdy shining armor, which I think would give him a hard time if he had to pee urgently, sat with a stern expression on his face.
