Ron, his irritation palpable, watched as Fray and the rest of his group walked away towards the bridge. He turned to Luke beside him and vented his frustration, "Why did you let them leave!?"
Luke, fixated on the departing group, responded with a thoughtful gaze, "It's not a smart idea to fight them now. We still don't know anything about them, and I don't think they can defeat the fortress. They seem injured as well." His eyes lingered on Fray's arm.
Aslin, her eyes reflecting deep contemplation, mused, (They just completed their challenge without external help. They must be tired, but why are they so confident?) The mysteries of the Merciless Clan lingered in the air, adding layers of uncertainty to their new journey.
