As Ed suggested resting, Mic scanned their surroundings, nodding in agreement. "Sounds like a good idea," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of exhaustion. "We've been on the move for a while now. A break would do us good."
Finding a relatively flat and safe spot amidst the rocky terrain, they settled down, their weary bodies grateful for the chance to rest. As they sat, Ed turned to Mic, curiosity shining in his eyes.
"So, Mic, how old are you?" he asked, his tone casual. "And why does it seem like you're awkward at wielding daggers?"
Mic chuckled softly, running a hand through her hair. "I'm actually older than I look," she admitted, a sheepish smile playing on her lips. "But when it comes to daggers, well, let's just say they're not my preferred weapon of choice. I'm more comfortable with a bow or a staff."
