Chapter 70: Who The Hell Is Dagwood?

Cautiously, the three princesses slowly moved toward the trio. The closer they got, the sound of shifting debris and strained grunts grew louder, dust filled the air.

For now, Rosette led the way, her hand resting lightly on her sword's hilt. Faeryn kept her spear angled low but ready, while Misty stayed close, her own sword free from her grasp and sheathed on the side of her waist.

The trio by the obstruction didn't notice them at first, their focus was entirely on clearing the rubble.

The girls came closer behind them, now standing close but still weren't regarded by the three who were so invested in their work.

Rosette cleared her throat. "Hello?"