The Armory

As dawn broke over Everlight, Sir Michael and I made our final preparations to leave the city behind. With our belongings packed and our resolve steeled, we set out into the cool morning air, the streets still quiet as the city slowly stirred to life around us.

As we made our way through the winding streets, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the back of my mind. The events of the previous day weighed heavily on my thoughts, and I found myself wondering what other challenges lay ahead on our journey.

Sir Michael stopped abruptly, ducking his head to the side. I stared forward, trying to see what had caused the sudden reaction. I was surprised to see three men, clad in armor from Lahore, making their way towards where we stood. Dragging me by my arm, Sir Michael turned us around, taking us back in the direction of the inn.