Out on the road, Isis looked back at Cras, ripping the blindfold off, finally able to see properly. On the walls of the city, she saw the faceless soldiers, watching the two as they walked off and couldn't help but frown.
"How long will that mask protect us?" Seth carefully took it off, staring at the mask with a strange look.
"As soon as we left the city limits. They won't do anything to us within sight of it, but once we get further and they can cover it up, they will send people after us. I might be able to live, but you, Isis. Either they will get their money back for the damages or make an example out of you. Two fates that I wouldn't wish for." Isis lowered her head and sighed.
"What is that mask? And everything you said and how you said. Is it like the sigil of a Lord in Veston?" Seth shook his head and put it back into his bag.
