Ending The Recluse

The chill in the room deepened as Alaric's voice, edged with ruthless determination, broke the heavy silence. "Continue investigating. If he was sent from the capital, then we have to eliminate him." His words, as cold and sharp as a winter's gust, seemed to siphon the warmth from the very air.

Agilus, standing opposite him, inclined his head slowly, "When are we setting off?" he inquired.

"When I regained my strength. Perhaps tomorrow." a dark shadow passed over his eyes. They were already delayed by a few days. If those bandits successfully delivered that 'letter' to the rebels, and the rebels succeeded in handing it to the enemies, then many Northem soldiers would perish.

...

At the house across the narrow alley, Reya had finished cooking, and a delectable spread was set on the table.

Omega, who had a good night's sleep, was eyeing the table ravishingly. She swallowed her saliva a few times.