She always rode ahead, and when they made camp for the night, he stood watch. To her credit she didn’t push him to do anything differently. She was perfectly content with her own thoughts and didn’t try to spark a conversation. In fact, she didn’t say anything to him other than what was absolutely necessary until they came within sight of Ort City.It was late in the evening of their second day together, and the city was a dark mass that was just beginning to twinkle with lights. Kierian stopped her horse and rummaged through one of the large canvas sacks that were slung behind her saddle, and after a moment she came up with what she was looking for.“Here,” she said, holding out a bundle to Lorik. “Put this on.”He took the item. It was cloak, much like her own, but made of rough material that reminded Lorik of the sacks used to store rice in the Marshlands.“The king isn’t looking for you yet, but you stand out. Try hunching a little and keep the hood pulled up.”“Why the secrecy?”
