They call me Robin

“They call me Robin, Robin of Loxely.” The young man said with a smile.

Eva smiled back, she knew that Robin was not his real name as well as the added Loxely bit, but he was the man she was sent to aid, and she knew him not by his name, but by his soul mark.

As an Agarthan, she didn’t care much for his alias, her mission was what he was supposed to do, just a nudge to lead him to the correct path.

The chronicler was very clear, Robin, or whatever his name is, had to be led to a certain...