"It's a good plan… seems like you're finally starting to think first before you act!" Darah's voice came out loud and clear from the mouth of the burly sprite sitting opposite me inside the wagon I'd just appeared in. "I may be able to get you reinforcements in the area in case you need it but don't count on my help, Dean."
Darah praising me was a very rare thing so I was pleasantly surprised. But, to be honest, I was even more surprised by the sudden change in the tone of her next sentence. She almost sounded like she cared.
"You better come back alive from this latest fiasco… and, Dean, if you're going to fight against the slave trade then give them hell," she instructed. "Oh, and you can keep Vans in your unit for now. He's one of my top spies in that area."
"Yes, ma'am," I whispered, more out of habit. Then I spared a glance at the sprite who'd given me the message. "Why do you look so familiar?"
