Word from a Mentor

Chavias looked up the road where Savage leaned against the bakery wall, near the storehouse. Tapping his forehead. “How’d you know I’d be here tonight?”

“I didn’t. Stumbled across your tracks.”

“Hmm.”

How’d you know it was me? Chavias was somewhat doubtful.

“Recognized the Targue following your boots.”

“Ah.” Chavias nodded.

Logical.

“Can I ask you a question?”

That’d be unusual for you. Chavias noted.

“Best be quick. They’re not far behind.”

“Oh, I left a woman for them to chase.” Savage dismissed.

“You’re feeding them a live woman?” Chavias was horrified. Feeling a tinge of disappointment that the glimpses of humanity he’d seen in the younger man had been an illusion.

“No.” Savage straightened. To sway a boot through the dirt. “I smeared her with their droppings and told her to hide once she got deep in the trees. They won’t find her.”

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