Althan could feel the distance fighting while his underlings were running towards it. Looking around, Althan found Harth—the knight squire was just as lost as him, uncertain what to do, even though he commanded the others to charge at the disturbance.
“What’s happening, Harth?” He screamed.
The squire didn’t answer, only glanced at Althan before rushing—not in the direction of the fighting, but the opposite. Bloody heroes! he was abandoning them.
“Hey,” Althan bellowed from behind, “Where are you going? Come back, come back?”
“Umm, Master Althan,” a voice called. Kian was standing behind now, barely keeping his expression steady. He’s but a lesser practitioner who never came across situations like this. Just seeing his face, Althan questioned his old self about choosing this fellow. “I think we should run too.”