Genii had a lot more to say, but it came out as a juddering sigh and a pained grimace.
Jet received a hearty cheer from the racing Vardo warriors as they recognised him. Only one of them yelled out a response to his question.
“A mile west - you can’t miss it!” A woman covered in war paint hollered, pointing her axe in the direction the warriors were coming from.
The Vardo encampment was extensive - it seemed Ox had enlisted help from a few friends (tribes) to deal with the Regent. As before, Jet would find tents and caravans and their bonfires would be easily spotted in the dark.
Ox and Erras were there, most likely inside the (largest) war tent.
“Sorry Sweetie…” Gemma loosened her grip on Danivere’s poor fingers, settling for linking their arms together instead. “I wonder where they’re taking us.” She whispered, sounding anxious.
The soldiers leading them ‘to safety’ had to break formation occasionally to deal with an Aamami or two, but they seemed to be leading the group into a less affluent part of the city.
“What’s going on?” “Are the Vardo attacking?” “Should we evacuate?” The citizens yelled out questions to the guards as they passed, but the armoured men just shooed them away.
Up ahead was a large building with a few (familiar looking) wagons parked outside.