A Good King

"Zubin’s back." Christian waved his hand and dispersed the Eye of the Sky.

"He should have been back a long time ago," Hagan said and stood up. Moramatch was a small town, and there were supplies Hagan needed that could not be found in the town. His potions were almost all gone, and a few potions were needed urgently. He had been waiting for Zubin impatiently.

A few minutes later, Zubin’s caravan entered the town. Zubin jumped off the first carriage. He seemed exhausted. Clearly this trip had not been easy for him.

"You’re finally back." Sante said,walking up to Zubin. "I thought you were too taken by the city and had forgotten about us."

"Sounds like something you would do," Zubin said with a grin. "I’ll keep in mind not to send you to the city."

"And I thought we were friends! You can just go have fun by yourself and leave me behind!"

"Have fun?" Zubin shook his head. "You can’t even imagine!"

Just then, someone screamed in a nearby house, "Get back here!"