Ognacious Karthiem stretched as he climbed down from the wagon. "I'll be heading inside to conduct business, restock supplies, and perhaps turn a profit before we make our way to the Citadel. Shouldn't take more than a day or two. You coming with?"
Kai leaned against the side of the wagon, arms crossed. "I'll wait here."
The merchant gave him a curious look. "You sure? Ylthara's got good food, warm beds, and plenty of distractions."
Kai's eyes flickered toward the towering walls of the city, toward the spires in the distance that marked the Hall of Sorcery.
'If I step inside, I might not be able to stop myself from eliminating everyone in that damned hall.'
Kai coughed softly. "I might make some regrettable decisions if I go in with you."
Ognacious paused, blinking. Then he let out a short laugh. "Very well. I don't know what trouble a young man like yourself expects to find in a city like this, but I'll respect your choice."
