Blue Hawk
A thought suddenly struck Hawk.
“Wait. We have done nothing wrong; we were hired to protect Lord Arron.”
Hawk gestured at the empty seat. “Our job is done. Lord Arron is safely home. Why can we not surrender, tell them that we are guards acting under Lord Arron’s orders?”
The shaman looked around. “I am not familiar with customs of this place. How likely do you think they will let us go if we surrender?”
