"I don't see any guards nearby." Ulti and Gnihzur were peering through the pretty petals of the Dragon Skin Fruit at the inner scape of Camellia Fortress, making sure that their pursuers weren't aware of their present hiding place.
While looking around the busy city, they continued to converse with each other. Gnihzur's main concern was to know how Ulti ended up in her current situation.
"Earlier you said something about making a distressing signal and being separate from your group. What was that about? Does it have something to do with how you acquire these injuries?"
Ulti was still wearing Gnihzur's Life Fibre which was slowly healing her minor wounds. She retracted her head from the petals, faced Gnihzur and told him her story.
"My hunting party and I came to this place probably around a week ago. My head is still fuzzy, I don't remember the exact date. We came here for the same reasons you did. We had a contract with the noble Spikelee as the main quarry.
