Night was approaching, and Lucius was preparing himself for the upcoming hunt. The shroom had advised him that night would be the best time to attack, as that was the period the creature would leave its nest.
Otherwise, he would be forced to look for it in its cave, a territory that even the shroom knew nothing about.
"Are you sure you don't want me to come along?" Pagan asked for what felt like the tenth time. And once again Lucius rejected his request.
This hunt was too dangerous to take someone as slow and weak as Pagan. And though Pagan had spells of his own, the night would blind anyone trying to use the crux, so he would basically be deadweight if he tagged along.
"I need someone to take care of the camp while I'm gone. I told you this already, didn't I?" Lucius said instead, fastening a line of vine around his waist, before loading it with two stone knives.
