Cimozjen smiled wistfully and clapped the warforged on the shoulder. “It’s a good name, all things considered.”
They passed through the gatehouse and into the city’s streets. Cimozjen paused, unsure which way to go now that his crusade of the last few weeks had so abruptly ended.
“Pah! Some bodyguards you are,” called one of the gate guards. “Your patron left a good while ago.”
“She decided to contract with your house, instead,” said Cimozjen.
“Hullo, warforged,” called the other guard, “I thought you had a battle-axe when you came in.”
“I did,” he said. “I left it with Rophis.”