Damien sat in his room, staring blankly at the wall, his mind still replaying the details of his conversation with Arielle.
The fact that important people had come looking for the savior of Westmont unsettled him more than he was willing to admit.
Before he could dwell on it further, the door creaked open, and Arielle stepped inside.
She didn't waste time with greetings.
"I need to tell you something," she said, closing the door behind her.
Damien leaned forward, rubbing his temples. "Go on."
Arielle walked over to the chair across from him and sat down, crossing her legs.
"I overheard part of the conversation between the Town Lord and the people looking for you," she admitted.
Damien's gaze sharpened. "You did?"
Arielle nodded. "I don't know the full story, but I do know that the Town Lord was the one who spoke to them first. He confirmed to them that there was a 'Damien' in the town who was the one that had rescued the town as the individuals had no idea who had done it."
