The journey back to Thornfield took three days instead of the two, the dead guards' bodies had slowed their pace.
The somber mood affected everyone. The warriors spoke in hushed voices. Even Adrian remained quiet and withdrawn, occasionally checking on the wrapped bodies ensuring his dead warriors were being treated with proper respect.
Lyanna rode beside Azrael at the front. But unlike earlier, this time he seemed more present, and more willing to engage. Lyanna started a simple observation with him on their second day of travel.
"The rogues we killed, they were all young vampires, right? Recently turned, within the last decade or two?"
Azrael glanced at her with curiosity.
"Yes. How did you know?"
