章 117: New Friends, New Enemies

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"Okay, who volunteers?"

Goldres looks at us but nobody says a word.

"No one? Seriously?"

"Well, this is obviously a trap," Aehorn counters. "Who would voluntarily walk into a trap?"

I lean back against the tree and quietly adjust the leather band around my waist, carrying my dagger.

Look at me, I have turned into a real nerd. I used to think fantasy RPGs were a waste of time and brain cells and now I'm part of an actual adventure guild.

Back in the tavern, when Goldres the centaur had asked me and Walter to join, we were forced to because of the familiar symbol on his chest. A crystal.

Whatever his connection to the crystals was, we have to find out.

Cordon raises his hands in defense. "Not me. I'm the easiest target."

Fair point. Cordon is a halfling and only about 3 feet tall. And as he had told me on the night we joined the group, his people are known for being peaceful and quiet.