One man's trash

The Warlord nodded his head to Oleander. “Yes, thank you” He said, giving the man the dismissal he clearly wanted. He looked back at the slave and frowned once more. “Do try to keep up” He said, the only indication she would get that she was supposed to follow.

That said, he turned and trotted out of the healers den. His companions moved away to continue their own jobs. Namely the herding of children, and he and the Fox-Wolf made their way up the incline to his den. When he arrived, he gave a specific knock to the door. One that said ‘it’s me, and we have company’ to Ignita’s keen ears.

"Basilisk Fatalis"