Draken swept into the gate-house, Frowning as he saw the soldiers scrambling this way and that.
As the alarm slowly died down, Draken was seated in the main hall waiting for Grant to arrive. He looked up as the soliders allowed a man thought the doors.
"You!"
The Mistral looked startled. "I thought I've left you behind."
"That woman, she wasn't...." Draken stopped himself in time, claws clenching, he walked towards the trickster keeping his voice low he hissed. "...you've wasted my time. now tell me the truth."
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