“There’s no one else here,” said Andor, walking about the room and peering into the different corners.
“No. We stay on the move during the day. Makes us harder to find.” Odmund took off his cloak and hooked it over the top of a long wooden staff that leant against the wall.
Branwyn perched on a rickety stool. “Who’s ‘we’?”
“Myself and a few from the Palace and City Guards who stayed loyal to King Brandr. We’re still trying to gather and find out who escaped and who didn’t.”
“What about the Feather Guard?” said Andor.
Odmund planted his feet apart and folded his arms across his chest. He scrutinised them. “I’ve not found your brother if that’s what you’re asking.”
Andor shook his head. “Aiden left with Falkor and Tristan four days ago.”
Odmund’s eyes widened and he sucked in a breath
