'It's our chance!' Svara whispered telepathically. "Let's move the fuck out of here while they're busy killing each other."
"What about Maeve?" Kyle retorted anxiously.
"He's right, we can't abandon her or it would mean we took all that risk for nothing." Jake agreed with the playboy. "Let's not lose sight of our goal."
"And what is that goal?" A few refugees asked in the faction's shared chat?
Jake hesitated for a moment, but felt they had a right to know why they couldn't just roll out of here. Will nodded unassumingly in agreement, suggesting that he shared the same view of the matter.
"Originally we came to rescue Kyle's sister and no one else. She is one of the female slaves of Bhuzkoc. Your rescue and recruitment is just a mere coincidence brought about by the circumstances."
