Gray birds flew above the cloudy sky. Children retired into their houses. Some had tears falling from their eyes. Businesses closed for the day, but the grayish-silver light remained. Inside the inn, Merlize kept her eyes on Larson while he scrubbed the plates.
“Would you like to join us on our quest, Travis?” Larson joined the table after finishing his task.
“I don’t know.” The robed man brushed his nape. “Besides, I will only get in the way. I cannot wield weapons or punch monsters.”
“Your healing talent can save lives.” Nyatalia held his hand underneath the table, green eyes searching his face for answers. “We need you, Travis.”
Travis’ face turned red as beet. Inside his head, he had been cursing. “Am I dreaming? This radiant girl needs my help?” he thought. “Don’t get ahead of yourself. She’s the queen, for gods’ sake!”
The robed man cleared his throat and replied, “If that’s what you want, milady, how could I deny such a request?”