"How did I get here?"
He asked the man, who seemed to not be the least interested in his confusion. He dropped the napkin at the top edge of the bowl. Clasping his hands together, he stared directly into Dravon's eyes, unwaveringly.
This man looked like he was from Valerune. His mannerisms and the way he spoke were evidence of it. But he didn't dress like it; his wrapped hair could make one mistake him for a Northerner.
"I found you on my way back from Valerune and brought you here."
"I surprisingly managed to get you past the many soldiers littered throughout the way. I wasn't sure what or who they searched for down the mountains. I only guessed it had something to do with you."
"What if they were my men?" Dravon asked. It could be that in his need to save, he had taken away the chances of his men finding him right away. Or did they all die?
"I doubt they were; no army in Valerune dresses in black armour and that level of secrecy."
