Chapitre 85: Northell (1)

Serena set Willow down slowly, placing her into a chair stationed next to a nearby table. The teenage girl rubbed at her forehead, feeling the bump that'd been created by Joff's sprint through the bakery.

'What is this? These people… they're the drunkards from back in the tavern?'

Seeing the concerned faces of the surrounding group, Willow was unable to figure out how she ended up here.

'I was going to meet up with Kenny… then he poisoned me! Everything after that is a bit of a blur, but I was definitely in some huge trouble. How did I end up back at the tavern?'

Fuzzy images of the fight between the cultists and Easthill's men surfaced in the girl's mind, and she scrunched up her brow as she tried to reason with the past few minutes.

"Everyone step back. Serena, you talk to her, we'll wait over to the side."

Lod pulled Joff away, motioning for the rest of the team to follow them away to the other side of the inn's tavern.