Logan pushed himself off the worn leather couch, the lingering scent of old paper and leather filling his nostrils. He stepped out of the makeshift library, the quiet hum of the room replaced by the urgent bustle of the dam's corridors. He saw a few of Kyno's men rushing towards the armory, their faces grim and determined.
He spotted Kyno talking to Rory and Levi, their voices low and urgent. Rory, her gaze averted, seemed to be deliberately avoiding eye contact, her movements stiff and preoccupied.
Logan approached, his brow furrowed. "Kyno, what's happening?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.
Kyno glanced at Rory, then back at Logan, his expression serious. "A small group of savages has roamed into our territory," he said. "We need to take care of them."
Logan nodded. "I can he
