Jarad feels relieved when Alexand slips back into the group, unnoticed by the tattooed guard. They are lead further down into the lower sanctums of the city.

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After leaving the army, Jarad has made a life for himself as a translator. He waves goodbye to another of his rich students, and attempts to settle down by the fire with a nice cold beer and a book. CLICK HERE for next chronological story.