"This is the only chance," Salvar urged in a low voice. "The night is our ally. Once the sun rises tomorrow, Duke Ruben will surely not let you go." Vardan hesitated for a moment before ultimately deciding to leave. Although he didn't fully trust Salvar, he also realized he had no other choice.
Although Vardan could already sense that something was off about Salvar, he had no time to worry about whether he had been bought by Eric or something else.
He had only one choice now: to leave this place at once.
All he could do was go along with Salvar's plan.
Salvar seemed well-prepared. He claimed he was going to deal with the Attendant's body and find a horse for Vardan so they could leave.
Night had fallen. The air in the Cilicia Mountains was thick with cold, damp mist. The only sounds were the howling of the wind through the valleys and the faint swaying of branches.
