The Devil Walks Free

At the Village Head's Manor

Caelen and the others knelt their heads in front of the village head who sat like a king atop a stone-carved throne. His figure was composed, cloaked in shadow despite the torchlights burning across the chamber.

Caelen spoke first, his voice clear and respectful.

"It's a pleasure meeting you, my lord."

Eldric raised a hand slightly. "You may rise."

They all raised their heads.

Caelen smiled calmly. "I'm glad you liked my offer and agreed to see me."

Eldric was about to speak, but his eyes met Alfred's. "Excuse us, Alfred."

The butler bowed. "Yes, my Lord." He turned and walked out, his steps silent.

Caelen turned toward Eldric again. "You made the right choice to send him out. As expected of the head of a big, blooming village."

Eldric's expression remained unreadable. "I am Eldric Thorne of Dawnmere Village. I heard your message. I'm willing to hear you out."