"You owe me an explanation," Jack grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.
Crackle.
The group sat around a small, orange campfire on the side of the road, behind a thick line of trees.
The sky was pitch black, and the only sound was the wind whistling through the branches and the occasional pop of the burning wood.
Alan sat directly across from Jack, Lucian was busy roasting several sticks of meat over the fire.
While Julia slept soundly, her head resting on Iris's shoulder, after her tomfoolery at the tavern, she had finally crashed into a deep sleep.
"Not much to say really..." Alan shrugged.
"Not much to say?" Jack raised a brow. "Listen, buddy, I like money, I like my little merchant business, but I don't like getting chased by hundreds of men all day long!"
"Hmm..." Alan tapped his chin, thinking back to the day's events.
