Chapter 329.1
The rapid clatter of horse hooves echoed loudly as they raced westward.
The Inquisitors, dressed in dark red hoods bearing the emblem of a raven, slowed down as their leader, Soltnar, pulled the reins to stop. They weren’t near any crossroads or rest stops, which left the other inquisitors confused as they approached.
“…Let’s rest for a moment.”
Soltnar muttered, grimacing in pain.
“Are you feeling unwell, sir?”
One of the inquisitors asked with concern. They had done their best to heal him, but although the external wounds had been treated, the residual pain and internal injuries still lingered. Some injuries simply needed time to heal naturally.
And, more importantly, the wounds to his pride weren’t as easily mended.
“No, we’ve come far enough. The Golden Lion Paladins should be arriving soon. Let’s join them before heading back to Odryf.”
The inquisitors looked startled by Soltnar’s words.