Bab 97: Way to Leave

'We need to find a place to hide.'

Eight hours may seem like an eternity, but it beats waiting a full day. Within this time frame, everyone, including the guards, must pray. Until then, they must seek a suitable hiding place.

"Throw your weapon," urged so, Leon, while holding Triss by the wrist.

"Why?"

"Just throw it over there," pointed towards the garbage pile.

"Okay…"

"Do you have a knife or something?"

"I didn't think to bring one at that time."

"Neither did I."

"We need a small weapon."

"Right."

"Get yourself together," anger mixed in his whisper, "If we want to get help, we need to be tough."

"You're right…"

"And let's not waste this chance we've barely come across, thanks to our comrades."