Time to Move

Balar smiled up at Luna. At that moment she looked so helpless.

"You handed it to Tiella," he reassured her, "Lets go get it and be gone. If your magic is to be trusted it sounds like we are heading north."

Something pushed against the outer door. There came a gutteral snarl from without. Balar put his fingers to his lips to signal silence as he led Luna out towards the kitchen. On the way past the bar he reached down and grabbed a flask of spirits and the lock box containing the days takings.

He gave the common room one last glance, beneath the blood and bodies lay twenty years of hard work, a normal life. It wasn't until that moment that he realised that it had also been a lie. Not his love for Tiella, never that, but the peaceful life. He had seen it in her eyes too, the thrill of adventure was like a drug to them both, and damn it that bastard fool of a demi god knew it.