It was supposed to be two weeks of leave, two weeks of idyllic bliss with the person dearest too his heart. Two weeks without having to think about the war, without having to bathe in blood.
Just....two weeks. Was that really too much to ask?
Apparently not. The report he'd given was supposed to be followed up on. Diz knew that. But what he didn't know was that they suspected something...so when they did follow up, it was a complete surprise to him.
Luckily, he was there. Luckily, he was armed. Unluckily, he was now a wanted man, for resisting arrest, harboring a mage, and killing a fellow mordecai.
What was to be said? Love made you do crazy things. Now, they were riding a wagon, pulled by an old gray mare that he didn't even know the name of. His hair was now shorn, cut short to be less easily recognized.
What a desperate state of affairs. But, Nyla was all right, and they'd survived for a couple weeks since they'd fled Reajh. That's what mattered. That's all that mattered, at least to Diz.
The former mordecai captain pulled down his hood to look around properly, noting that the coast was clear. He pulled the reigns back, causing the old gray nag to stop.
He tied the reigns to the post in front of him, and turned to poke his head into the wagon.
"Nyla...you doing all right back there?"