"Frostvik…" Frostfang mumbled, "I can't believe it's taken me this long to visit the place where my honored teacher used to live."
He turned towards his companion with a raised eyebrow, "Are you sure they ended up in this place?"
Victor nodded, his eyes narrowed, and shining with expectation, "Of course! My informant was very clear. They told me about the route they took from the site of that battle, and since then, I've contacted them every day to make sure they were still in the same place."
He shrugged, "They couldn't tell me it was this place specifically, but their directions end here, so…"
"Right…" Frostfang growled softly, "Your so-called informant."
Frostfang's eyebrows knitted together sharply, fury flitting across his eyes as his jaw clenched tight. "I'd really like to know which one of my fellow students dared to betray me. To betray the Enclave. Betray teacher!" The bitter fury in his voice increased with every word.
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