The cozy sitting room could not conceal the tension surrounding the two maeruthans facing each other with serious expressions. Moulin lowered his gaze to his hands while he was stuck deep within his thoughts, trying to process Ghana's words.
"You said the little girl, Nara, heard this?"The silver-eyed maeruthan raised his eyes.
Ghana nodded, "He's a witness. He might be able to help us. The cultists took him days before they took the children you and Sarion rescued."
"But Erthyl can't..." Moulin paused briefly and furrowed his brows. "He can't speak."
Ghana leaned forward from her seat, tilting her head to meet Moulin's worried gaze. "We can request for a seer or... you could do it."
