Blackfang stumbled to his feet, wiping the clinging leaves off of him. He felt cold droplets against his bruised skin, and a hard rain began to fall. The battered exile limped in the direction of the wagon as the storm beat down on him.
When Halik and his bandits arrived at their forest settlement, the rain had become a dense storm. They forced Morlana out of the wagon and into an old pub. When she entered, the smell of rum swirled through the air. The loud bar was packed to the brim with disgusting degenerates from all corners of the continent. A group of men playing cards at a nearby table examined Morlana with hungry eyes. One of the men puckered his lips toward her.
“Please, over this way, milady,” one of the bandits said jokingly, escorting her into a cramped back room. The man thre
