“We bought enough provisions to last the brief journey between here and Wayward.” Kashé informed. “Crowlin was also attacked by the village children. They wanted to know why he wore such thick robes and had black lines along his cheekbones.”
“Little savages.” Crowlin muttered, still brushing off his robes, which were covered in the dust that had been hurled at him. “And they say that mage knights are widely respected. Sha!”
“Did you find out if any of the masked ones passed through the village?” Sage asked Deviån.
Deviån shook his head. “As far as I could gather, no. We are no closer to tracking them down than we were at our outset.”
“Then we pin all of our hopes on this sage we are seeking to visit.” Coriko summarized. “We will have to sneak into Wayward, though. I do not imagine that will be easy.”
“Perhaps.” Sage said. “Or perhaps not.”