The elder looked like he had just swallowed lemons. His face turned sour as he looked at Khisa.
"As promised, we will lead you to Shewa and offer an introduction."
Khisa smiled proudly. The Shadow Guard was shaping up to be an elite team, each member more capable than the last.
"I only need one guide, and a map. I promised an old chief to wipe out the Adal insurgents in this area."
"Isn't that presumptuous? They have muskets and numbers. You and your guards will never survive the journey," the elder said dismissively.
"My guards are not your concern. They are ready and willing to put down those who hurt others," Khisa replied, voice calm but firm.
The elder sighed. "At least take the guns. You might need them."
"No need for that. Whatever happens, we'll figure it out as we go along."
The elder looked at the young prince, baffled.
How had they survived for so long? he wondered.
