Bradhoc: You put too much confidence in him. And now he’s wanted in Baron.

LS: He’s going to end up at the end of Benjamin’s sword.

Simon: Doubtful. Probably Cecil’s. *unrolls a scroll* We’ve stocked up a nearby cave with supplies. But I fear that this is the last time that this group will agree to support you. They are nervous.

Kip: *snorts* Nervous is an understatement.

Vake: We’ve grown so weak that we have depend upon help like this.

Bradhoc: Should never trust a Lunar. *crosses his arms*

Kip: Fine. *grits his teeth* I’ll be leaving town shortly. I’ll get the answers you want.