Ilya scowled. Something was very wrong here. He didn’t quite know what it was. He wanted to say something, to give the guard orders, to warn him that they’d seen at least one Hunter just this past night, to do something.
Instead he just followed Cheshie, checking again to see that the entire party was still together.
“That isn’t right.” Ilya’s mouth was pulled into a grim line. “They’re complacent. He’s useless where he is. Makut- The Mask Makers would never stand for this.” You don’t think. You don’t know youdon’tknow shut up shhhut up shut up please shut up-
Focus.
Once they were out of earshot of the guard, Ilya stopped. “I guess now is as good a time as any to explain the plan for when we get to the city.”