When Hildie reached the inn, the maid wondered what kind of demise the Baron had met this morning. He, too, like his son, had a reserved seat in hell that awaited his wicked soul, and she felt it was a well-deserved one.
The Baron was a monster.
Upon reaching the end of the road, she noticed Sonya's quaint little restaurant at the end to the left. It had been some time since she had visited her elderly friend. She reined the horse in the direction of the eatery.
When Hildie was midway through the street, she heard the muffled sound of men's voices. She turned her head and surveyed the alleyway she was passing. Three men had another on the ground. Their faces were covered in rags, shielding their identities.
