Jorick rolled his eyes and marched after Fethillen. Katelina followed. The last time she'd seen Sorino had been in the mountains near the Raven Queen's temple. They'd had a bonfire funeral for Neil, their ally who'd been killed in the temple. Before that, her last memory of him was in the basement of the temple as he'd forced her to shove the withered Heart of the Raven into Samael's open mouth, hoping he'd be able to control the resurrected vampire for his own ends.
Sorino wasn't someone she wanted to see again, yet there he was with his hands behind his back. He wore his long dark hair in a ponytail and the expression on his face was torn between glowing curiosity and insult. His khaki outfit was clich¨¦ jungle explorer garb, except he'd traded shorts for long pants. He even wore a pith helmet.