They reached a run down building not far from the pub and she stared at the peeling paint on the wood chipped exterior. The windows were cracked and needed dusting. The wooden frames were rotting and there was a distinct smell of what she hoped wasn't urine.
She looked up at Sav who walked beside her. He was far from what she was used to as a soldier, he was unkept and his beard was far too long for her liking. She looked back at the young man named Jensek behind her. It felt like he was staring a hole into the back of her head.
"How long have these men been staying at this place? Are any of the others wounded?" She asked.
"The men that follow Vestin are a strong bunch. A few have a scratch here and there, but only one received major injuries." Sav replied with a shrug.
She looked over
