Ken and Anna were finally nearing Mordain, the journey through the countryside had been relatively uneventful and they could now see the city’s walls in the distance.
But there was a problem. There was someone down the road, coming their way. Like he’d grown accustomed to, Ken gently kept his hand on the hilt of his sword. Most of the people they’d passed so far had been farmers, but it never hurt to be careful. It was a cloudless day and the afternoon sun was bright, he could tell from the gleam of their armor they were an Inquisitor.
“Keep your head down, Anna. This could get ugly.”
“What is it?”
“Can you not see? It’s an Inquisitor.”
“Oh. My eyes aren’t that good. But didn’t you take down those soldiers with no problem before?”
Ken shook his head. “Those weren’t Inquisitors, and I got them by surprise as well. A fight between two Inquisitors could turn dangerous for people nearby, if anything happens to me I want you to run. Okay?”
The edges of Anna’s lips made the slightest frown, “Okay.”
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