Fated meeting?

After storming off of the room, Damien left the castle.

Luther joined on his trial seeing his angry face. He understood what happened and didn't ask anything but follow his lord.

Their walk ended in the castle stable, where they mounted their horses and took off.

Since they were guests the guards didn't question anything.

He was hungry. They were hungry.

Their stomachs growled like they solemnly agreed. They haven't eaten since the battle and it was taking a toll on them.

Since they left in such a hurry they had forgotten about their bags and stuff.

Damien cursed quietly as he looked at the town from atop his horse.

"Well fuck," he cursed. "I forgot my pride too. We need coins to survive."

"Will this be enough?" Luther said, holding out a few gold coins.

"You had time to take it?" Damien was surprised to see the coins. He reached out and pocketed it. "Good work, Luther, you're proving to be more useful than I thought."