Adrian's POV
The carriage came to a sudden halt just outside the city square. Nodding respectfully at the healer, I and the three other survivors disembarked from the carriage.
All four of us went in the same direction, in the city square.
I guess all of us work in the higher division of this city. They remained silent, so did I. Not that the tragic incident would have made them any more talkative. It was completely understandable that their trauma ran deep than they showed at the moment.
Or maybe they didn't yet feel it. Maybe at night, when they would lie down on their beds,their memories shall replay the horrific incident that they escaped by an inch.
Should I feel guilty?
I didn't feel though, not even now, walking among the only survivors...how sad.
It was still early morning and as we approached the square, the chaotic sounds of the morning people in the market ran out, a welcoming presence after travelling in complete silence and sounds of agony alone for hours.
