Lucius and Lily met with the rest of the group in the tent, sharing the information that Martha had passed on.
The expressions of the others displayed a mixture of concern and excitement – an opportunity for growth and danger intertwined.
Lucius meticulously inspected the items in his inventory, ensuring he had everything he needed. He asked for some extra cooked meat for additional provisions, leaving nothing to chance.
With his gear prepared, he drew his sword and began sharpening it using a stone. His eyes were filled with murder, ready for the fights that would lay ahead. He had no doubt that his blade would taste blood, and it better be cleaning its neck.
As the time to depart neared, Lily gave him a gentle touch, prompting him to stand up and stretch. He looked around the tent at his companions, his gaze steady.
