Bound for Rusthollow

Lucius POV

“Move out!” Surge barked as Lucius and Nyx emerged from the tree line. The Feral Prophets were already breaking camp, packing tents and loading gear onto sturdy mules. Dust hung in the air from their hurried movements.

“We’ve wasted enough time. Nyx, you said this job pays heavy. Start talking details while we ride.”

Lucius rolled his shoulders, still savoring the freedom from the chain