Two hours later and Mikhail stepped out of the small wood hut, looking more worse for wear than before, followed by Gareth and looked around. He saw Londo, Daniel, Carlos and Vlad were all leaning on the house or sitting in front of it on a couple of small stools. He smiled to himself, he felt like they were his guards. He saw Protus approaching with a couple of other people carrying trays of food.
Carlos stood up as Mikhail walked out. “Mikhail! How are you?”
Mikhail smiled at him weakly. “I’m fine, thanks to Gareth…its Natalie that is not fine…I feel her getting weaker…I fear she may be near to death.” He buried his face in his hands and heaved a heavy sigh.
Londo straightened up, pushing off the wall he had been leaning on. “Then let’s get going.”
“Gentlemen…” Protus said as he r
