Brother Herox ran after Kalan, though noticeably slower than he used to be. There was a pain in his bones that he had not noticed before. Maybe the unfamiliar climate, or the long sea journey?
After the second turn, he had lost sight of the heretic. He searched the area for a short while, then returned to the inn, where two more heretics were waiting. He had an excellent memory for faces and would make sure to report the one that had escaped him to the inquisitor so the town guards could pick him up in the morning.
