“I don't know, Lord Gaze. Maybe I'll find it wasn't worth doing. Maybe I'll regret having ignored just being, eh?”
They carried their accoutrements to the door of the safehouse and equipped themselves there, cinching everything tight for the rough travel ahead, then checking each other's work. A loose strap in the midst of battle might prove fatal.
Scratching Wolf stood to see them off. “The luck of the Infinite be with you, Lords.” He bowed deeply to both men, and held it.
“Thank you, Grandfather.” Flaming Arrow returned the General's bow with a nod.
Probing Gaze and Flaming Arrow pulled their hoods over their heads, hiding their hair and most of their faces. Their identities obscured, they left the house the way they had arrived, without fanfare or recognition.
The Heir set a grueli
