CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
Godfrey stood there, surrounded by a room of hostile Empire soldiers, expecting to be killed—when suddenly, a great horn sounded, shaking the room. It came from somewhere in the distance, persistent, sounding again and again, a dark, foreboding sound, something the likes of which Godfrey had never heard—and the soldiers all turned as one and ran from the room.
Godfrey stood there, sweating, perplexed, staring out at an empty room—only Akorth, Fulton, Merek, and Ario beside him, along with the bartender behind the bar.
Godfrey turned to the others but they all stared back, equally baffled.
“The horns of war,” the bartender explained, stopping what he was doing, his voice grave.
“What does it mean?” Merek said.
The bartender shook his head.
“An enemy is at the gate
