For a bit too long, Angelique and Azrael remained silent. When Aellioah returned, with a steaming mug of herbal tea, Angelique could feel at ease again. The man took his seat back on the edge of the bed, handing her the mug of tea.
"This should help you with your headache. It's usually a little bit of a struggle to teleport in such a rush. I'm glad you were delivered in one piece." he smirked and got up.
Angelique hesitated to drink from the mug, looking at him with skepticism. Delivered? One piece? What was he talking about? she continued to watch Aellioah as he walked towards the fire burning brightly in the tent. He was in heavy armor, from toe to neck, a pitch black armor that seemed so terribly uncomfortable. There were dents and cuts, scratches and patches of dried blood. A cold
