Chapter 6: Grateful Townsfolk
Without another word, Kaelor took the coat Mildred had made while waiting for his arrival and began walking down the street, Hound silently trailing behind like a shadow.
As they passed, people ducked into their homes. Mothers clutched children. Doors were shut quickly. Windows shuttered. All eyes were on Hound, fearful, judging.
Hound scoffed. "They cower, but let’s see them stare when the wolves return."
Kaelor didn’t reply.
"What did you use to hunt before?" he asked instead.
"Saber. Dagger. Bow."
"Which one were you best with?"
"Saber."
Kaelor smirked faintly. "Then you’re a Saber Expert now. Not much different from a sword expert."
"I can protect you but not the entire town," Hound said, eyes narrowing. "Their numbers matter. I won’t last forever."
They kept walking, until Kaelor suddenly froze.