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Anhjari turned bright red in her face, but luckily the cover of darkness and her fur would cover that fact up just fine. "Uhm... goodnight then, Astien", she said, burying herself deeper into the soft bed with a content sigh.

"Might be so. But Buford the Hatchet lives out there as well. A Breton with a fascination for smuggling and breaking out of prison. He has escaped our clutches several times over and he is an individual not to be trifled with. Though I strongly doubt that he has anything to do with Cordius assassination. Not even he is capable of ripping a man into shreds."

Soon Scav, Fabricius and the guards were able to feel how the dirt road disappeared beneath their feet and turned into sticky mud.

"Seems that we are getting close", lamented Vemirius with a disgusted groan. "Eyes open, lads."