Decisive Action

Lieutenant Joel and Orion were waiting for me without the inn. Joel leaned against the worn stone, eyes closed in contemplation while Orion paced, his boots scraping against the cobblestones. He looked up as I slipped through, breaking out into a relieved smile. They both stared at Fable for a moment before shifting their gazes onto me.

"You made it," Orion cried, but then his face fell as his memory tempered his excitement. "Oh, damn it, you can't understand me."

I reached out and stroked Fable's head. "It's alright now. As long as I'm with him, I can speak any language."

Joel cleared his throat, his gaze flicking to the inn's upper windows. "And the hero?"

A shiver ran down my spine, and my tail twitched in agitation. "He got what he wanted," I managed, the words leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.