Chapter 28
The mule and the cart came into view first, flanked by the bright reds of the church’s elite guards. The captain set the pace, marching in front while the mage was flanked by the rest of the force.
He was too important to be trudging through snow, and instead was reading through some holy text on top of the cart. My eyes first swiveled to the Pact user in the middle. If he wasn’t dressed in such elaborate robes, one might have mistaken him for a farmhand. Dusty yellow hair with sharp brown eyes, and a fidgety, nervous expression. Even with a shirt of chainmail wrapped around his robes, he looked quite spooked and tired. I couldn’t blame him, considering the pace the group must’ve been marching in order to catch us by nightfall.