Chapter 42: No More Games
Godrid sat relaxed in one of the stone chairs back in their temporary hideout, leaning against a table and staring at the ceiling. Baelon anxiously paced back and forth, unable to calm himself. Aleanna not only hadn’t returned, but Histevul had been out too long as well, especially so shortly after exerting himself so much. And during Baelon’s latest outing, he had found another clue about the relic he was after.
Godrid took a deep breath in, smelling the dusty air of the place. The sun was just starting to set; he had never seen his instructor so restless before. He kept returning to the bladed mask he had found, picking it up and caressing its smooth edges before setting it back in its place. The thing gave him the creeps.