They continued to talk deep into the night, Hisah occasionally coming in to bring food or drinks. Heart never moved and at some point, the camp settled down to sleep. Azuk kept watch, not trusting the darkness around them. So long as his father lived, he would never feel at peace. The fire cackled, reminding him of the raids he had been forced to go on. Even when he was just a small child, his father ripped him from his mother and took him to see the c*****e his raids had made. He never really recovered after that, the dead men and children, the woman being r***d in the streets, screams filling the air while his clan laughed. He cringed, he had burned his old clan mark off, giving himself a horrible infection, and then his father nearly killed him when he realized what he had done.
He had
