As they sat around the campfire, discussing their next steps, the forest around them seemed to listen in, the shadows dancing in the flickering light of the flames. The air was thick with the scent of burning wood and the quiet murmurs of their conversation. It was a rare moment of quiet in their chaotic journey, a chance to regroup and plan amidst the towering trees and rustling leaves.
"I don't like the sound of this," Rosalia said, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes were wide with concern, reflecting the flickering firelight. "This Braham... if he's important enough to warrant such attention, he's dangerous."
"All the more reason to find him," Gates replied, his tone resolute. His gaze was steady, betraying none of the uncertainty he felt inside. "We need to understand who we're dealing with."
"Agreed," Yusuf said. "But we need to be cautious. This master and his butler... they won't let us move freely without keeping an eye on us."
