But if violence devoured the city, there would be no safe place to hide. Everyone in Ilara would be in danger.
Ena.
Adrial pushed himself to his feet, glancing to both ends of the alley before heading west.
He stuck to the narrow side streets as much as he could, ducking into the ever-growing shadows whenever people came too near.
None of the men bearing swords, axes, knives, or clubs seemed to care much about the half-n***d cripple creeping between the alleys.
The homes in the common part of the city were all dark. Shutters closed, no candles to be seen. Whether the residents were hiding from the violence or had gone to join in the bloodshed, Adrial didn’t know.
His pressed his back to the cold stone of a house and kept his chin tucked as four men carrying torches ran down the stree
