As the night wore on, Captain Elias found himself lost in thought, his doubts weighing heavily on his mind. He sat alone at a table in the dimly lit inn, nursing a glass of ale as he mulled over the events of the day.
Suddenly, a familiar figure approached him, breaking him out of his reverie. It was Marcus, his loyal vice-captain, his expression grave as he joined Elias at the table.
"Mind if I join you?" Marcus asked, his voice tinged with concern.
Elias nodded, gesturing for Marcus to take a seat. "Of course, my friend. Pull up a chair."
As Marcus settled into his seat, Elias took a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation ahead. It was time to confide in his second-in-command, to share his deepest fears and suspicions.
"I have my doubts about what happened in that village," Elias began, his voice low but steady. "Something doesn't sit right with me."
Marcus nodded in agreement, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "I've had my suspicions as well, Captain. It didn't look like the work of monsters to me."
"Exactly," Elias replied, relief flooding through him as Marcus echoed his sentiments. "There was little bloodshed, and no bodies to speak of. It's as if the people vanished into thin air before the village was destroyed."
The two men fell into a deep discussion, dissecting every detail of the day's events and piecing together the puzzle before them. They spoke of rumors of slavery and human trafficking, of whispers of corruption and betrayal lurking within the shadows of the kingdom.
And as they talked, a sense of unease settled over them, a realization dawning that they were facing a threat far greater than they had ever imagined.
Eventually, their conversation tapered off, both men lost in their own thoughts. They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of their unspoken doubts hanging heavy in the air.
Taking a final sip of his drink, Elias turned to Marcus, his expression grim. "What about the boy?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Marcus nodded, a flicker of concern crossing his features. "He's upstairs, sleeping soundly," he replied. "Grayson is looking after him."
Elias nodded, a pang of sympathy stirring in his chest. "She sees something of her brother in him, I think," he murmured, his gaze distant. "We'll keep a close eye on him."
With that, the two men rose from their seats, their conversation at an end. They exchanged a silent nod before heading upstairs to rest, knowing that they would need all their strength for the challenges that lay ahead.
For Captain Elias and his knights, the journey was far from over. But as they settled into their beds for the night, they took solace in the knowledge that they faced the future together, united in their quest for truth and justice.