Within the Deerfolk Tribe, Hermona stood in the docks watching several beastfolks preparing a light and fast sailing ship. In order to start raiding for armaments and supplies, they needed to be quick and immediate, not giving their opponents time to react.
But as she observed them in silence. She couldn't help but remember the conversation she had with the big man of the United Navy. He sounded lax, but was inquisitory. Each of his words were asking some sort of information from her.
And she had no choice but to comply.
According to him, a task force should be sent to confirm what she had said. She didn't hesitate to believe his words. After all, for some reason, she had been feeling the stare of someone else.
It was an instinct she had received as a wyvern rider, so she trusted it with her life.
