For the rest of the evening, I did not say a word while others celebrated finding new people. By now, the caravan had grown to almost sixty wagons. It looked less like a band of traveling merchants or mercenaries and more like a small military unit preparing for war.
Scar told us we had to make preparations, but what truly troubled me was seeing Hera again. She was leaving in the same direction as us. And I was certain the leader had noticed her as well. There was no way he did not recognize the heroine, the blessed sun of the Holy Empire. Yet I did not see her usual lackeys anywhere. That part unsettled me on a personal level.
What happened to them? Did they fall out?
