Erok dropped his head. "I failed."
Elwim didn't act surprised; he showed no emotions. "Failed? Are they too powerful?"
"Yes, team leader."
"Tell me about their powers."
Erok frowned. He couldn't be sure of the powers he saw while he was under the illusion, but it was the only thing he had to offer. "The leader, Atrox, can use some type of fire element, and the big one can use illusions. The girl can conjure weapons."
Elwim nodded. "What about the last one?"
Erok's face lit up at that. "You should know him—Xan! The small guy with some kind of curse. Last I heard, the outlaws were looking for him."
Elwim was silent for a while. "I didn't know he was back in the Borderland. I'll have to report this. Come closer, make your report as well."
Erok breathed a sigh of relief. He moved closer, ready to draw a chair and sit when suddenly Elwim asked, "You didn't stop anywhere when coming here, right?"
