The Pack's Rebels
Through the door in his bedchamber, he rolled up his sleeves and spent a moment with the washbowl wiping the dust and dirt of the day from his face and hands, before returning to the other chamber as there came a knock on the external door.
“Enter,” he called out.
The door was opened by Denus, one of Thaelen’s regular blood slaves who had accompanied him to the watch tower. Denus held the door open for a young woman who carried a tray with goblets open it.
“Ah, thank you,” Thaelen said as she set it on the table by the fire and Denus closed the door. “Did you add the…”
“Yes, of course,” Denus grinned. Neither human made to leave. “We added the mushroom extract.”