Sintija eyes were wide in disbelief. Her blushed deepened. "Make babies? That's all she wants us to do?"
Caelyn shook his head. "No, that was just one of the tasks. She needs us to be her hands to take care of the other issues. She said a lot of things that didn't make sense to us. But it seems, we've attracted the attention of the interloper despite our best efforts not too."
Markos frowned. His head ached, making his eyes throb. He rubbed at the bridge of his nose and softly exhaled to still it.
I could've sworn that we have told her this before. Why does my head hurt so much? Is it the magebane starting to kick in?
He shook his head. "Hey, Vlad? How much longer for that antidote?" He called out. He felt strange and wanted to alleviate the symptoms before it got worse. Sintija had already started to improve but it seemed like he might need treatment sooner than her.
