'Where are they?' Mia asked herself as she reached the small dugout where she left both the victims and the oppressors she had found with Arthur before.
Yet, when she finally reached this place after making sure that the dragon was nowhere to be seen and no other monsters came to feast on the scraps, she found the dugout completely empty.
'They wouldn't be able to break free from my restraints,' the girl thought as she looked around the place, hoping to see some hints.
Mia never was a hunter. She never received any form of training, nor did she listen to some sort of smart advice.
And yet, with just a single look, she managed to easily notice several things that didn't match with what she remembered.
'So many footsteps,' she thought as she looked around. And while the marks left all over the surroundings of the former camp were pretty chaotic, they all ultimately led in one direction.