The group waited.
One minute passed. Then another.
Myna's foot tapped on the wooden floorboards of the corridor. Her patience was visibly evaporating. She glanced at Ryan one more time, then back down the corridor to the entrance of the tavern.
"We are done waiting," she said. "We move."
The group quickly formed up and marched out into the street. After a quick look around, Myna turned into the city centre.
The morning was already busy with merchants setting up stalls and guards changing shifts. Myna led them toward the eastern road, scanning the streets.
"We'll need horses," she added. "There should be stables nearby."
They had gone only a short distance when hurried footsteps sounded behind them.
"Ryan, Captain!"
Ryan turned first.
Ryan's face crinkled.
Ben?
