CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
It was a tense ride back to town, not only because of Ben’s dark words and Ferox’s crazy driving. The storm Ben and Deor had warned me about now hovered over the horizon as we rolled back into town. The locals also took the hint as they hurried to and fro to finish their chores. Ben drove us to a southern backstreet to a large general store that covered half a block. The rest of the neighborhood was occupied by a stable some hundred feet wide and as deep as the store. They were separated by a wide private road with a gate that led to the main entrance. There was also a side door in the wall of the grocery opposite the livery.
The main building had the same timber-and-stone look as the rest of the buildings and featured an extensive upper floor with small balconies
