Sebastian POV
It wasn’t until the dawn of the next day that Andreas regained enough lucidity to become coherent again.
“Water?”
His voice cracked on the second syllable, the lack of moisture in his mouth robbing him of that charming rolling cadence that he normally had. I rested the traveler’s journal I was reading face down on the nightstand, bringing the goblet of water to his patched lips. He drank, slow at first, until the water renewed his thirst, and drank in gluttonous gulps until the glass was drained.
Only then did Andreas attempt to speak again, “There was an attack in the hinterlands between here and Eventide City. I came to warn you of the men.”