"Woosh!" The dart nailed into the wall of a wooden house.
A silhouette awkwardly rolled away.
Marvin frowned. It was this guy!
Little Tucker!
"Mister Marvin, it’s me…"
The small halfling forced a smile while looking at Marvin. He was almost hit by the dart. If he hadn’t dodged in time, he would have suffered friendly fire.
Marvin was also surprised.
The two halflings should have arrived to Trojan Town way earlier than them.
But even so, the Twin Snakes Cult’s ceremony had happened a while ago. When the two halflings arrived, they should have already found something wrong.
"Why are you here? What about your father?" Marvin asked.
Little Tucker sincerely answered, "Father went to track the scum."
"Those who killed this town’s innocents. Father said he would find their base and then inform Jewel Bay’s garrison."
"He made me stay here, to check if there were any other signs."
Old Tucker is tracking them?
