“Follow me. And by the Evening Stars, stay quiet. Your accent will bring us nothing but trouble.”
“My accent? I don’t have an... wait. What language am I speaking right now?”
Hadjar gestured for him to shut up. Shakh obeyed. Trying not to draw any attention to himself or Shakh, Hadjar headed out, following a narrow path between the tents and bonfires. There were warriors everywhere. Hadjar didn’t really see any women, except for a few who were scurrying between a huge white tent and a cart filled with herbs and bottles. They must’ve been the healers. They were treating someone, which meant that at least one battle had already come and gone. The warriors’ behavior also said a lot. There was no laughter, none of the fun that usually accompanied soldiers who were trying to forget that dea
