With remarkable composure for one so young, Jolthar simply guided his drake toward the stable exit. He had no reason to stay here any longer either, but he didn't expect the count to let him leave so simply without much scrutiny. He seemed to believe what Jolthar had said.
Myron followed, silent until they were well clear of the building.
"That was surprising," Myron finally spoke, his voice carrying a note of genuine shock. "I thought he would kill you."
Jolthar's response was casual, almost dismissive. "Yeah, that man I killed, he was from the castle or something. Whatever, less damage to deal with."
Myron was startled as he said, "What? Then why did the count not react?"
"Who cares? He told me to leave, and I did."
He turned to Myron, changing the subject. "So I will be leaving to meet Wymar. Where will you go?"
Myron fell silent, considering his response carefully. "I came here on some personal business," he finally offered.
