“Erfen told us to keep an eye on the prisoners,” one of the guards said.
“We are,” the second man replied.
Hadjar heard the sound of a large gulp and the gurgling of a half-empty wineskin.
“I think that drinking booze on duty is-“
“I don’t care what you think, Haleweg. I’ve seen so much s**t today… I’d prefer to either get so drunk that I won’t remember anything that happened for the rest of my life, or…”
Hadjar didn’t listen to any more than that. He summoned his True Kingdom, but he didn’t reveal it fully, so as not to attract Erfen’s attention. Hadjar assumed that was the name of the swordsman who’d captured them.
As he pierced the tent, he felt the Scarlet Blade greedily drink the man’s body dry. Before the mummy, his blade sticking out of its throat, even fell to the groun
