It had been a while since Riven had gotten the freedom to roam around on his own. But he still put on a mask and a hood to cover himself. He couldn't risk exposing himself when beta warriors were still looking for him.
If they caught him, they'd torture him to death and skin him alive.
But he wasn't aware that no beta warrior had the guts to enter The Dark Lord's territory.
"What should I do first?" Riven muttered. He didn't have much money to use, but it made him feel the air fresh around him. It made him forget how suffocated he felt in Azerin's mansion.
He couldn't stay there all the time, locked and cut off from the whole world.
Riven sighed when he remembered the reason he was out there.
It wasn't that Riven didn't know where the poison came from. He knew. But Azerin wouldn't believe him, as he still had suspicions against him.
