Wounded soldiers and scared citizens were streaming past, clogging the road and making progress difficult.
"We'll never get to the Traders Gate at this rate," grumbled Arnim.
"Thank Saxnor, I thought we were headed for the docks."
"Still afraid to get wet, Nicole?"
"Don't be an arse, Arnim, you know I can't swim. Do you think this Captain Fraser will be at the gate?"
"That's what I was told. He's a seasoned warrior so when we find him, be careful, he's likely going to put up a fight."
"It's just like old times, Arnim," she responded with a smile.
He stopped short, turning on her, his face a mask of rage, "Like when you betrayed me? I think the past is best buried!" He turned his attention back to the gate and continued his progress.
Nicole fell silent, a tear running down her cheek
