Kapitel 134: Chose Poorly

"Another victory for us, and another step towards our freedom, eh Morne?" Essenla said as her gray eyes roamed the surrounding scenery, the aftermath of their battle.

Morne gave her a brief glance before returning his attention to the canopy above. He decided not to mention the unshed tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" she questioned, hitting his arm with her elbow. "You look like you're about to drop down and pray to Vreyy or something."

"Just… thinking."

"Well, can you do that while walking? I'd rather return to the giant underground mushroom. Staying here is… not something I'd like to keep doing."

Morne grunted an affirmation. Beside them, Gram was lost in thoughts of his own, but hadn't set off after the departing goblins. It didn't take a genius to realize that he was still hear to keep an eye on Morne and Essenla. They were, after all, his responsibility.