Feed the human on the way, as if she was a houseplant.
Before Katelina or Jorick could reply to Oren's statement, he was gone and the door closed behind him. Katelina let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. She'd been afraid that Jorick would change his mind and agree to go with them into another battle. She was sick of fighting and killing and blood. If he'd said he'd go then - then what? Would she turn and run home, leaving him alone? She didn't know, but luckily she didn't have to find out.
Jorick packed what little they had with them in a wrinkled shopping bag. He double checked the room over and, without bothering to unstack the rest of the furniture, they headed out into the night. The air was damp and cold. It cut through Katelina's borrowed dress as if it was made of ti……
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