Watch and Listen

Watch and listen, that was what Islana did when the men approached. She knew they were asking about her. Which was understandable, she was an outsider, after all.

The young witch hoped there wouldn't be a problem with her being there but her instinct was saying otherwise. There was something about the men that put Islana on her guard.

It could have been the dark robes or curved swords but it was mostly the reaction by the men in the caravan that said that the robed men were not to be trusted.

Glancing up, Kaithak stayed in his circular pattern above the group. It was better that way, as no one ever suspected the falcon would attack them.

As support, Islana gently squeezed Madaya's hand. The redhead had made a promise to protect her younger friend and she had every intention of keeping that promise.