Tim Waggoner: Thieves of Blood

The half-orc wasn’t certain what would become of Grim-wall. Tresslar wanted to pick through Erdis Cai’s collection to retrieve whatever magic items might be of interest, while according to Yvka, her employers in the Shadow Network would most likely wish to do the same. Hinto wanted them to take over Grimwall and use it as their base of operations, just at the crew of the Seastar had so many years ago. Ghaji had tried pointing out to the halfling that there was no them, and thus they had no need for Grimwall-not to mention there were still undead hobgoblins lurking about somewhere-but Hinto had ignored him.

“How much longer until sunrise?” Diran asked.

Ghaji looked up at the sky. “A little less than two hours.”

“Where’s Yvka?”

“In the cabin, meditating.”

“Why don’t you go join her and get some rest,” Diran turned to Ghaji and managed a smile, “or whatever. I think I’ll stay here and wait for dawn.”

“If it’s all the same to you, I’d rather let her be. Though she won’t admit it, piloting the Zephyr takes a lot out of her, and she’ll need her rest for tomorrow.”

“As you wish,” Diran said.

The two companions stood silently side by side as they waited for the first rays of sunlight to come chase away the darkness.