“Even if with your help, we didn’t find the actual spy, at least we were able to help the maid Esha,” Johnathon said to Najja from where they stood on the other side of the grand dining hall.
Dinner would be served later and everyone was mingling for now.
“We were so sure that she was the one that informed the Leeds pack of my arrival,” Najja said forlornly. “My agent on the inside even said it was probably her.”
“She might have been one of the informants, but she was just a small pawn we were luckily able to take out of the picture,” Johnathon pointed out, a hand in the pocket of his black dress pants.
Najja wore his traditional African tribesman garb in dark blue with a gold necklace that held a pendant of the sigil of his tribe. His other tribesmen were also in similar attire to
