Wizard of The Sky God: Salt Magician

The knife

A single lantern cast a dim light in the half-closed room. Uras jumped from his seat with a rustle of straw, his back against a partition door, as David, Ewin, and the sage walked through the backyard doors of the white house. He pulled his sword from its sheath, but when he saw what was coming, he put it back. As if keeping his word, he hurried to where the five horses were tied, reined, and saddled behind the pool of light. two black stallions and two white mares were waiting there. Ewin hastily examined the girth straps and the leather ties that held the saddlebags, waterskins, and blanket rolls. Everything was just as requested, it was enough for this long road. David smiled shakily and tried to look like he was genuinely eager to go.

Ewin noticed the sword at Uras' waist for the first time and pointed at it. “You will be the Warden and protect the girl” then she gave David a quick glance. His words sounded more like orders than requests. Uras grinned forcefully. He raised his swo