Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #13 April 2015 - Page 130

The two men and the reluctant maiden descended the stairs into the bar room, where several armed men and Serra awaited them. “Damn it lass, I told you to wait inside the basement.” “But what about you, Grumpy?” His demeanour softened. “I’ll be fine lass, but I’ll need my focus to get us out of this and I can’t do that if I’m worrying about you.” He put his hand on her delicate face and wiped away her tears. “I’ll be down in a bit when it’s all over, I promise.” “You promise?” “Of course,” he replied, she reluctantly turned and headed down to the basement, looking back once at her grandfather before she disappeared from view. Thankful of the brief distraction Damitri asked the maiden: “Before we do this might I know your name?” she looked hatefully at him for a moment before replying, “Lady Selina of Rorickstead.” “Then Selina of Rorickstead, I guess it is time for us to go.” Wulfren was chanting something to his axe, which burst into a silvered light. “Are you ready?” Damitri asked. “As I’ll ever be,” the axeman said as he placed his hand on his shoulder. “I’ll be seeing you,” and moved to the door, a couple of swordsmen to his side. “Let’s go,” Damitri said as he offered his hand to Selina. Shamain Sabbat - Olof Gramagra PAGE 129