CHAPTER FOUR
Aramis watched the amassing crowd of corpses from behind the castle’s courtyard gates. They shuffled in random directions in what appeared to him to be laziness. Mel stood at his side, a look of disgust on his face. They’d both had their fill of a delicious meal and changed clothes. They were each wearing thin black cloaks over plain brown tunics and black breaches.
Mel had initially scoffed at the plain clothes, but knowing they would likely be covered in blood and the gods knew what else, he had finally acquiesced.
“It’s odd,” Aramis said. “They don’t seem like they are all that dangerous.”
“Don’t be fooled,” one of the nearby guards said. “They only act like that when the Warlock isn’t among them. When he is, they become very formidable.”
“Formidable would be an unders
