On the way to the Shiran capital, the shadows went in two rows, shoulder to shoulder, inseparable, one on the Shadow Assassins house, and on the other the guards in the Warchild house, offering on the road where they passed, a spectacle of discipline and power of the kingdom.
Navi was already glowing and he looked very proud of being part of the row representing his house, as he was not yet introduced to the court. He could not wait to meet the most powerful man in the kingdom, he was impatient and anxious at the same time. He knew the king sent his brother into the mission that he never came back from. He knew the king was responsible for all the problems that the entire south was trying to survive from. Yet he thought it was such a big opportunity to just meet the man who was a legend.
