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The two warriors led Rodin through the streets, one to either side of him. They didn’t offer their names, and Rodin didn’t ask. It wasn’t important. The man stomped along, but his female companion strode with confidence. Neither asked if Rodin needed a rest.
Dull sunlight filtered through the early-morning clouds as they headed into Dephloren’s district, far quieter than Rodin had ever known it. Ahead, a rough barrier crossed the street. It was only a few panels of metal fencing, easy enough to break down, but the two warriors stationed by it, one on either side, made the barrier more formidable. They both stepped toward the middle as Rodin and his escorts approached.
“Delivering a package,” the woman said, pulling out her screen. “Authorised.”
The taller of the two male sen
