Just as Erian was about to place his foot in the stirrup, a powerful neigh shattered the silence before dawn. The sound echoed through the empty streets, stopping every movement around him.
A horse charged forward with strength and speed along the dirt road.
Everyone turned in unison, surprise reflected on their faces as the silhouette of a rider appeared against the dim light.
The moon, peeking through the clouds for an instant, lit up the dark steed and the young man astride it and Erian couldn't help but widen his eyes in disbelief when he recognized Korveth.
Korveth halted his horse a few meters away, holding a firm, commanding posture, the kind that carried an unspoken warning, a presence that filled the air and made everyone hold their breath.
"What's going on here?" he said.
The supplier let out a false laugh and, with a casual gesture, signaled his men to release Phoebe and Greta.
"Nothing serious. Just saying hello to some friends."
