After that day, Hadrian made sure to drink only from Edwin's neck and in private, so that could lead to something more. The idea that they could get caught in the grassland aroused Edwin even more. It was like a dirty game they were playing, and he couldn't be happier.
They made it out of Duria and into Alanqian in two weeks' time and began to head to their first stop. The Carteral Falcons. The mounted brigands that tormented traveling caravans in the area.
Edwin had sent his two shadows ahead, and he expected for the brigands, for, no one was going to bless a bandit camp, to be dead upon arrival. And a week after he did so, he came to a smoldering camp and dead bodies on stakes.
Just like he had ordered.
"Eddy, is this your usual way of dealing with things?" Ben asked, a little green.