-Why didn’t you help him? – Whruf, the oldest of the two blue-haired children he was escorting through the shadows, tremblingly asked, exhaling a white puff of mist that soon dissolved in the chilly air while the distant noises of the battle faded behind them.
-Because I can’t. He’s royal property – Casheon simply responded as he increased his pacing speed considerably – Come on, hurry up!
-Then why are you helping us? – The other one insistently inquired with equal curiosity as he stopped walking altogether, to the warrior’s frustration.
-Because I owe it to your mom! – He bluntly grunted. Then, as if he'd suddenly remembered something, he abruptly paused his march, turning around to crouch at the kids' face level while he alarmedly shook them by the arms– Hey, look at me! Are you on
