"Finally." Isalo took a gulp from the water he drank.
Janos had been silent throughout the journey. His face held no expression and he had his eyes stuck before him. It was unusual of him not to quarrel with Isalo.
"Janos."
He spun his head in my direction. "Lord."
"Is everything okay?"
He nodded. "Yes, Lord."
He was hiding something. His face held a disturbed look. I wasn't comfortable that there was something he knew that I didn't. It was times like this that I wished my mind powers worked.
As we approached the gates, it rose. We strode past the soldiers at the gates and then what I saw next shook me. People lined the streets, throwing flowers on the floor and chanting praises at me.
I c****d a brow at Isalo. "What's going on?"
"They're praising you because you won the war again
