Walking through the quiet of the night, Dante followed along with the group of slaves he managed to rescue. Fortunately, none of them questioned his appearance, all assuming it was a disguise, something Aaralyn feared might complicate matters.
Finally, they were nearing a dark forest with little illumination, as Dante expected, situated outside the walls of the kingdom, as the slave auction was on the outskirts of the walls.
"You seem pensive," said the Dark Elf as she walked slowly, leading the weary group. She briefly glanced at the broken spear in Dante's hands, and he tucked it away.
"Don't worry, it's not of interest to me," she said. She chuckled lightly and reassured him. Dante, however, remained alert. Despite knowing she meant no harm, he couldn't help but wonder why a Dark Elf was there and why she was companions with a Demi-Human Jackal woman.
