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Elero, Olpi, and Frey walked under the snow-capped pine woods, east of Petal Town, with their heads on a swivel. Within the first hour, they had already seen signs of deadly struggles. Frey had ignored them, at first. His strides transitioned to a slow, methodical pace. He tediously examined anything and everything he could find; crude arrows, broken branches, and even torn bits of cloth. With the morning sun slowly rising to their favor, they needed not but to walk till either they found their targets, or their targets found them.

"I'm bored," Olpi said.

Elero slapped her on the back and said, "Nice to meet you, bored, I'm Elero."

Olpi let out a groan: "Why are you like this?"

"Cause I'm bored too. I need to make my own entertainment."

Frey, who had been listening to them talk for the past hour, finally spoke up. "You can still turn back. I won't judge you. It's only my baby nephew - the only family I have left in this world."