Chapter 403
Katelina tried not to look at their welcome committee. Both had done things she could never forget and never forgive. Once again the scene at The Guild came to mind, Griselda marching with her fellows behind her master, crunching the fallen bodies of the dead. It faded to be replaced by a snowy scene in Japan where Griselda and Arlen had fought together, she firing her massive gun and Arlen swooping in and out, striking and then disappearing. It had been the wind walker who'd fought Verchiel among the cliffs and left him for dead, pale, bloodless, and impaled on a rock. She wouldn't be surprised if the pair of them didn't do something equally horrible today.
Katelina glanced around. Her eyes touched on several buildings and a high fence topped in razor wire. In the distance she imagined she could make out the rubble of the destroyed village.