Chapter 28 - WacławHow could anyone slaughter innocents like this?
THE WORLD FELT DISTANT as I stood with Kajetan and Xobas, surveying the dead villagers as the others scouted the buildings nearby. All I saw was red, all I smelled guts and smoke.
“Why?” I whispered.
Kajetan overheard, and he furrowed his brow as he scratched his gray beard. “Raiders and warlords care little for the lives of common folk. It may have been the clans, or it could have merely been bandits.”
“Kuba saw fresh footprints in the snow,” I said, pointing my spear back to the trail. “Whoever did this could be close.”
Marek surged toward me, jaw clenched. I wavered as he raised his ax and held it to my throat. “Half-Chief wants to play hero and run down the raiders? Any of them would be worth three of you in a figh
