In the morning.
Theo and the others geared up. Climbing onto a log near the campfire, he looked over the group.
"We will move with the plan now. Is everyone ready?" he asked.
Most nodded while a few checked their gear one last time.
"Clara, Sir Kaelor, Brother Lucien, and I will act as bait. Sir Garrick will send the falcons with us. And the rest of you will fight in your own way as you see fit," Theo spoke, sweeping his gaze across them.
In one corner of the group stood a long figure. Theo glanced at him and offered a casual smile. Merek returned the look just as casually.
There didn't seem to be any hostility on his face, only the same quiet arrogance.
Theo didn't have a problem with the arrogance; most nobles were like that. But all he wanted was for the man to show basic respect to the others.
"Young master, I can count on you to protect everyone with your beast, right?" Theo asked.
Merek met his gaze, his expression flat. "Obviously."
