A knock sounded from the door. Chaol instantly straightened and beckoned the guards on either side of the door to open it. A small group of guards stood outside. They all bowed upon seeing Dorian. "Rise, and tell us your news", the prince demanded. One of the guards in the front of the group stepped forward. "Work for the day is about to conclude. If you wish, you may come escort the assassin here." Dorian nodded. "My Captian of the Gaurd, Chaol, will go with you. As soon as you have her in your possession, wash her up and then bring her to me." Chaol bowed. "Of course, your highness."
Chaol turned away from his friend. In truth, Chaol did not want to go meet the assassin. He wanted nothing more than to leave. If he went with the guards, there would be no turning back. While he wanted Celaena to be insane, Chaol had a feeling that she wasn't. She had survived a year in Endovier, a place he couldn't stand (and he had only been present in for a couple hours). But of course, Chaol couldn't leave. Dorian wouldn't, not without Celaena. So with a reluctant mind, Chaol followed the small guard out of the house and toward the mines.
