"Should we call for help?" a raspy voice suggested. The language spoken was foreign. "That short one seems like trouble."
"No," another declined. Feminine, this one was. "We'll take care of them ourselves. We'll get rewarded if we bring them in alive."
"Y-You sure? I don't want Vxich to get angry again. He always takes it out on me, you know?"
Silence.
"...Just shut up and let me do the planning."
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Liam stored the bloodhounds in his ring, with Rin grabbing one herself to study, document and presumably forge with.
They continued for a good hour of marching. Nessa picked up a bloody flower or herb from the sides, storing them in vials to study and bring back.
When they climbed over the mountain peak, grave frowns gripped their faces.
…At the foot of the mountain, there was a large human village.
Thick borders were erected around it, but humans freely walked around its streets.
