"Good!"
....
Half an hour later.
Rock Oven Tavern.
Through the tavern window, a squadron of Griffins was seen flying out of the Imperial Palace. The sharp gaze of a sturdy red-haired man paused briefly on the young human male at their head, and he immediately revealed a smile.
He set down his cup and quickly rose to leave.
A quarter of an hour later.
Having already left the Iron Hills some distance behind and flying at high speed in the sky, Raine suddenly frowned and slowed his Griffin to a halt.
"Mr. Rein, what's wrong?"
The Dwarf Elders behind him also reduced speed and came to a stop.
"I keep feeling like something's watching us."
"Really?"
Elder Grenum and Elder Dinita beside him exchanged a glance, both somewhat surprised.
But they had great faith in Raine's strength, so they immediately began looking around.
"I feel it too."
The Drow Elf Ilgerina also gave a slight nod after hearing Raine's words.
