"Azrael!" Scarlett called out, her voice cutting through the misty air as Azrael trudged into view. She rushed forward and hugged him tight, her arms wrapping around his battered frame. Greg stood close, his imposing figure casting a faint shadow. Azrael tensed, eyes flicking to Greg, half-expecting another pummeling. But Greg stayed still, hands at his sides, and the lack of aggression eased Azrael's nerves enough to return Scarlett's hold, his grip cautious.
After a brief exchange with Gob, Greg motioned them forward. He led Azrael and Scarlett to his dwelling—a sturdy structure grander than the surrounding homes, its iron-and-stone walls rising above the rest, as befitted his status. They stepped inside, the faint creak of wood underfoot breaking the silence.
