Morgan led us to another village. I don't think I could never understand how they were oriented. It was still dead at night and from a distance, I saw a crecent moon. I looked at the moon as I followed this warlock. Was I even doing the right thing? How did I know he could be trusted? And why wasn't he on his horse?
"Why did you not take your horse?" I asked him
"It isn't mine. It belonged to that man in the house." He replied.
I did not say anything anymore. We continued to walk in silence until I heard footsteps approaching. I turned around and saw a few men gathered behind us. Morgan and I stopped walking and a man walked up to us. He had an axe in his hand and to humans, he would have been intimidating.
"You have something that belongs to us Wizard." He said to Morgan.
"You dare t
