At the Green Harbor port, the sun had risen significantly, its rays reflecting off the green waters and illuminating the numerous docked ships.
After attempting to rest at merchant Armando's residence, a large group arrived at the port in carriages to board the unwillingly surrendered merchant ship.
"Tch... It's hard to believe we're fleeing the Empire on the Master's vessel," Grum'dr mused while standing under the deck with the other Demons.
"Drill... you should stop referring to that human in such a manner. You are now free..." Kaka advised the Goblin.
Grum'dr's tiny green, pointed hands touched his neck, and realizing the absence of his slave collar, he whispered in relief, "I'm... free..."
Above the deck, the non-Demon members of the group were preparing for departure.
Monica wandered about in deep meditation when her gaze landed on the thoughtful Elf, and she asked, "I have not found him yet, dear. But I'm certain he's fine..."
