The weird feeling I had of Archer persisted till the next day. We're heading out of the woods, the girls in the group were chatting with me. The boys in the group tried to include Archer in the chat, but he refused. He just silently followed us in the back, holding tight onto his bag.
I had this strange feeling that I was a prey and he was the predator. I grew more and more tense as the minutes passed. This would not do. Before I could escape, I would have lost my mind.
Could it be that this Archer was really the god of order? Something was wrong, it's too silent. After a whole day of trekking through the woods nonstop, the group said we'd probably be able to leave the woods by noon tomorrow. The earthquakes had stopped, but we hadn't even seen a single puppet sent out by the god of order.
