The wind whipped across the rooftop, pulling at Reidar's new cloak. He adjusted the strap; the leather creaking in the silence. Around him, the leaders of the Spriggans stood in a loose semi-circle, watching.
Matthias leaned on his cane. He didn't smile, but his eyes were clear. He looked worn out. The lines around his mouth were deeper than Reidar remembered, carved by the week of constant fighting and healing.
Reidar looked at him and felt apprehension. He was leaving his father behind, but at least Matthias was safe inside the walls now, and that was without taking into account the Aegis Phalanx was here.
But in this world there was nothing sure.
Reidar stepped closer to his father. Matthias straightened slightly, leaning less on his cane.
"It's time," Reidar said.
Matthias nodded. "What will you do?"
