Ma’Heron ended his thoughts with a short, irritated sigh. “Damn, those warriors are no gossip at all. I’ve been here for an hour already and haven’t gotten anything. Is it possible that it’s just a thing that Van der Meer is planning without anyone knowing?” he muttered even lower than a whisper.

“Oh, by the way, did you hear about the wedding?” one of the warriors casually said.

Wedding? It would make sense. Finally, some pointers! Yes! Keep talking and tell me all about it!

But that was the last thing he heard.

Out of nowhere, a strong sweeping kick threw him, butt first, to the ground with his chest...