Two guards followed closely behind the trio while a man dressed in a breastplate and armor walked ahead of them, a sword strapped firmly to his waist. Throughout the long walk, they kept their heads bowed exactly as the obese guard had ordered them to do.
By the time they finally came to a stop, Jude had almost fallen to the ground four times. Each time he stumbled and collapsed, Elyria noticed something strange about him. The old man would quickly pick up tiny jewels that had fallen from the guards' decorated boots before slowly getting back to his feet again.
She wondered how such a frail old man could possess such sharp eyesight, but that thought quickly faded away when the guards suddenly barked another order at them.
"Change ye into there clothes!" one of the guards bellowed loudly.
