Sarah's voice crackled through the Khal, tinged with concern. "Draven, what happened? Where are you? I saw what's happening in Morelia, and it looks like chaos out there."
Draven's tone was grave as he responded, "I'm in a small village on Pengu Island, Sarah. I need your help,"
Sarah hesitated for a moment before replying, "I wish I could, but I'm stuck here with the tribe,"
" Have you managed to fix the sword yet?" asked Draven.
Sarah's voice held a hint of annoyance. "I told you, we need parts from the Layne family warehouse to fix it. I can't do that without you."
Draven sighed deeply, realizing the situation's urgency. "Listen, Sarah, find a way to get to Nidora with my armor as soon as possible. I'll figure something out here,"
Sarah's voice grew quieter as she spoke, a hint of worry in her words. "There's a UFH ship stationed nearby, monitoring us. I can try to snatch the airship and make my way to you."
