“Wonder who’ll stop me.” He snorted.
“Maybe I can’t handle you being in danger. Did you think of that?” I asked after a minute of silence. He smiled at that, toying with the edge of a map.
"I've done this for over a decade. I’m sure I’ll be fine." He smoothed out his maps. "Besides, this is almost over. We have the rogue surrounded. He was last seen here." He jabbed at the map. "These are the three possible exits to this area and we have them blocked."
"Damages?"
"So far, one man and two women. Injured but fine. We should get him before he causes more damage."
I paused to process what he was saying. We had a loose rogue that already injured three people. They knew where he was, marked it off and sealed him in. As we spoke, a number of men could be moving on it, ready to captur
