In Lucian's land a strange day passed.
Not slower.
Not faster.
Just… controlled.
I wasn't in a cell anymore, but I wasn't free yet.
I was given privacy in Lucian's stronghold, but for some reason I found that there was no such thing as being completely unmonitored anywhere. But the guards were ever on the move, silent yet precise. No unnecessary noise. No wasted movement.
I started watching.
I didn't trust them,
I had to find out where I was to know what to expect.
I could see from the top walkway training grounds over the valley. The warriors of Lucian were not like Shadowfang warriors. The shouting, chaos and fights with ego was not there.
They would travel in groups.
Not individuals.
I saw it on the third day.
When one of the warriors fell, the sparring continued. They pick
