Bab 265: Hræw Fylgja Gervor

"Care to fill those of us who CAN'T read minds in on what you plan to do about this, Taylor?" Brenden asked as he gave me an annoyed look.

"Even if I did, it's not like you'd understand…" Rolling my eyes, I double-checked the contents of my inventory before withdrawing the linked Instance Token.

"Try me. I may be dumb, but that doesn't mean I can't follow orders."

"Hræw Fylgja Gervor," Speaking the norse words gave the intended effect on Brenden as questions filled his eyes.

"Yeah, I figured, listen, just get Dad to the Instance when he wakes up; I will take care of the preparations. It's going to take me at least 18 hours to get everything set up." With that said, I closed my eyes and crushed the token.

"You SON OF A….!" Those were the last words I heard before the familiar sensation of being forcefully teleported took over my senses.

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"Silence….that's a good sign,"

Rustle rustle