Izikel's gaze lingered on the small army as they matched away.
If only they could hear his thoughts— 'Please don't leave me with this man,'
"You'll be joining them shortly," Flavius said, pulling Izikel's attention back. "I just have a few things to tell you before you go."
Flavius always wore an expression that was very difficult to read, that was one of the reasons why Izikel thought him so scary. He could never guess what was going on behind his stern face.
"No problem," Izikel replied, trying to sound casual.
"I'm sorry I wasn't able to attend your father's burial," Flavius said, placing a firm hand on Izikel's shoulder.
Izikel hadn't really thought about it up until this moment,
'but maybe I should have, it could have been a clue…'
"You don't have to worry about that Commander Flavius,"
