The Sun anchored the rays against the skies in a splendour of warm, amber tint. The clouds hovered the skies, its aqua timber cascading through the exterior in a well-sewn-out art of nature.
Six figures walked out of the Border Town, their gazes scanning the dandy landscape of their surroundings as two men sneered at them at the gates.
Merthy led her group while Safara stood at the other side, their gazes filled with determination.
"We'll split into two groups and go after them separately". Safara said as she glanced at Merthy. "The Blind Swordsman was taken East while the Wolf girl was taken West from here".
Merthy stared at her with a puzzled gaze. Her brows furrowed deeply.
"Why are you helping us?" She asked.
Safara sighed as an image of plum appeared in her head. "Perhaps he's not as crooky as I thought".
'Crooky?' Merthy thought with a raised brow as she looked away.
