"Is that… what I really think it is?"
The kid's question lingered in the air for a short moment Nay needed to process what she saw.
There was a small unit of riders heading in a direction that would cut slightly to the north of where they were. And the most puzzling factor of all in this situation was how both Nay and Kid could recognize their silhouettes.
"What are the chances…" Nay muttered, swiping the spit from the insides of her mouth before slowly swallowing it down her throat.
For some reason, her saliva tasted slightly sour.
'Are they here… for us?' Nay's inquisitive nature quickly turned her attention to the most hostile scenario.
It was the familiar mercenary company that pointed them north before splitting paths. And now, several weeks later, they were coursing along the shore of the lake in full force…
As if chasing after something.
Nay shook her head.
