Lassim strode back to The Spinner's Rest, the damp ground underfoot as he sauntered through the town. The setting sun's light falling behind the tops of the willow trees and tops of buildings as evening began to settle over the swamp town.
His mind was engaged in a mental dialogue with Marinelle and Zaphyrella.
"We need to approach this carefully. I think the only difficult part for us is holding back our strength. For us to get the plant that Cirra needs, we must try to be delicate to retrieve it without harming his troop at all."
"Hold back in battle? But… I don't know how!" Zaphy's voice echoed in his mind, tinged with disappointment.
