"What did you promise them that they would give us this antidote?" Marc asked, looking at the two wooden bottles before stuffing them into his pocket.
Genevieve shrugged and replied: "I only promise that no barbarians will be hurt in this battle."
"What kind of promise is that?" Marc looked a little surprised at Genevieve's statement. "Someone's bound to get hurt, even if it's not much. And that kind of thing is tough to avoid. You know that very well."
Genevieve nodded. "I know. And the real answer you just revealed, Marc," she said casually as She opened a new portal.
"Complicated," Marc muttered, shaking his head and entering the portal, following Genevieve.
Genevieve smiled. "Don't you like me because my mind is complicated?" she seduced.
"Gen. Never mind. Don't talk about the past, even though we are all being pulled back into the world of the past."
"I just love teasing you, Marc. Don't get me wrong."
