Clean Up

Anfey went around a big tree as quick as a ghost. Black Eleven stood behind a tree, nervously looking around. Anfey told him to wait in the woods when he finished what he needed to handle. This wood was not as thick as a forest, but could cover a lot of things. He was not sure if Anfey could find him.

As Black Eleven was wondering if he should go back to the vineyard, Anfey had reached his hand out and patted him on the shoulder. Black Eleven tensed up and put his hand on the shaft of his sword with a lightning speed. At the same time, Anfey brushed his hand on Black Eleven’s elbow. Black Eleven felt numb on his arm and lost control of his arm movements. The next moment he heard Anfey’s voice: "It’s me."

"You scared me," Black Eleven said quietly, trying not to display his shock.

"Did people from Storm mercenary group leave?" Anfey asked.