"You live long, perhaps thousands or millions of years but you age"
"Then immortals do not age?"
"Correct"
"And the Alliance?"
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Conrad, Isabella, and Elizabeth stopped their horses and looked around in alarm. After studying the area they fell quiet and stayed in place without moving, even the wind seemed to have stopped. Before anyone could react, Conrad pulled a knife from somewhere in his shirt and threw it at a shrub. They heard a groan and before long blood flowed out from behind the shrub. Christian moved to check it out but Isabella's icy voice came after.
"Don't touch it and don't go close"
"Who was that?" Roland asked in a low tone as if he was afraid of alerting more.
"Don't worry it was just him, he's a shadow sent to follow Conra
