Ryker's POV
"Ready, Ryker?" Kel asked from the door.
"Sure." I replied and threw my thick black coat over my black shirt and pants.
Stepping out of my sleeping chamber, my eyes fell on a frowning Kel, "Ryker, you're going for a meeting, not a funeral."
"Is the horse ready?" I asked with a straight face, ignoring his remark.
"The horses are ready." Kel replied, following behind me as I walked, in fast, steady steps.
"We are not taking a battalion with us for a flimsy business deal."
"I know you think it's not necessary, but remember that Karl was once our enemy." Kel argued, "And he still is. No one suddenly turns a new leaf overnight. Better safe than sorry."
Hopefully he will be. If he doesn't try anything stupid.
'Good mornings' filled my ears as I descended the stairs. My eyes
