"What do you think you're— "
"They have been following you."
Rosalind froze. She recalled the people from the night before. Were they the same people?
"They are local bandits," he continued.
"Are you going to kill them?"
"There is no need to waste my energy in dealing with thugs."
"Then…" she looked at him. He just told them they are going hunting, right? What could that possibly mean?
"Let's wait."
"Wait for what?"
As if on cue, a howl reverberated around the area and the group immediately quietened down.
"The noise was meant to attract more beasts," the Duke whispered.
"Aren't they from the North?" she could not help but ask. Northerners knew how to survive in the North and knowing that the noise was going to attract the attention of the beast was part of surviving in this part of the continent.
"The beasts do not attack the towns because this town has sorcerers that are working with the mayors."
