Candido was headed back to the barracks we were staying in. No one seemed bothered by the scent of smoke. Some of them watched us run past with curiosity. The man that had been following us, trotted behind us, keeping up easily. I smelled smoke the closer we drew. Suddenly, he stopped and glared back at me.
“I told you to stay there.”
“I want to help.”
He was about to say something when something cracked in the air. It was like lightning had struck nearby. He turned back, and I looked in the direction, and I saw a tall man, broad-shouldered with dark hair blowing in the wind that swirled around the area. He was dressed much like Ian was but with less metallic trim on his clothing. His boots were scuffed. He was wearing armor and there was a sword on his hip. He was really handsome. He
