To say that Gerald was nervous would be like saying that it's a sprinkle of rain during a hurricane. 'Two miracles' His brain thought, his mind worried and tired. 'Something this crazy hasn't happened since the days that are almost forgotten…' In fact most had forgotten the ages of fantasy, save the oldest of the lore masters, but even their memories were fading. Finally, the crew stopped, and Gerald finally noticed Lydia following.
"I'm curious." She retorted to his question. "And besides, I'm still your slave until you finally finish freeing me."
"Fine." Gerald said, his mind having to deal with enough and turning back to the women who were standing together, and especially on the woman with the bright red eyes and (now) long black hair. "Please… Hermina… What happened?"
