Hadjar nearly tripped over a root. Realizing just in time that it was a beast that looked like a cross between a python and a caterpillar, he kicked it aside. This latest accusation of treachery amused him a little, but then it made him think.
“Where’s the bald man?” Shakh asked, pressing the dagger a little harder into Hadjar’s neck.
A trickle of blood ran down the blade. The drops, as they fell to the grass, created a slight echo. Well, maybe he’d changed over the past months, but some skills could only be acquired with enough experience.
“He’s busy setting up the camp,” Hadjar said, squinting at the blood behind him. How long would it take Einen to notice his absence and follow the trail?
“That’s good. I’ll kill him after you.”
“If you’re going to kill me, why draw things out?
