Raziel took a single step forward, his broad frame eclipsing Layla's. His presence alone made the guards on either side of the door visibly tense. "If you think we'll walk into whatever trap this fool has planned, you've underestimated us."
The older guard narrowed his eyes. "Don't make this harder than it has to be."
Mary stepped closer, her lips pursed as she whispered to Layla, "We can take them all if it comes to it."
Layla raised a hand to stop her. "No," she said softly but firmly. "Enough violence." She turned her gaze back to the older guard. "Very well. I'll go with you."
"Layla," Raziel warned, his tone edged with concern.
She met his gaze, her expression calm but resolute. "I'll be fine. Stay here and ensure nothing happens to the innkeeper or the others. This isn't a battle worth fighting."
The older guard nodded and gestured toward the door. "Wise choice. Let's move."