The Four Swords - Chapter 166: Sword, Stone, Parchment

... ains were drawn and the wisps of sunlight that filtered in barely lit the space. Movement caught my eye.

I pulled the knife from my boot ready for close quarter combat before I realized that my brother was sitting at his table with a rag to his cheek.

"Are they gone?" Benate asked barely above a whisper.

"Who?" I responded.

Benate dunked the cloth back into a bowl in front of him to reveal a scratch across his cheek and a torn collar of his shirt. I had not seen a ...