we will have to deal with her soon, otherwise the Brandals will only grow stronger.” Thinking about the Witch made him cross his arms tighter against his chest.
Everyone in the group fell silent as they pondered on the conundrum. While deep in thought, Smoke noticed that a young Spy was nowhere to be seen. He turned to Sierra and asked, "What about Espion? Where is he?"
Sierra didn't respond, and Sharanga quickly answered for her, "He was sent to Centzo to look for Incitant. Sierra wanted to arrange a meeting with him in hopes of coming up with a joint attack plan against the Brandals."
Smoke nodded to Sierra in approval, but she still didn't respond to him. "Rescuing the children comes first, though. We’ll need to find the location of Mount Foudre."
Everyone agreed and the silent brainstorming session resumed.
After a couple of minutes, their discussion only resulted in rejected suggestions. Since there was still a lot of loot to be gathered, Smoke decided to momentarily pause their meeting.
"Perhaps we'll think of something while we keep ourselves busy," he said loudly, for all of his core members to hear.
As they broke off into smaller groups, Smoke calmly walked next to Sierra. Together, the two of them started picking up the items laying on the ground. He had told his private army members they should try to think of a solution for finding Mount Foudre, but the only thoughts that occupied his mind were those of talking to Sierra.
"Great thinking, by the way. Getting Acolytes for the guild, that is," said Smoke as he tried to make light conversation.
Sierra only answered with a passive grunt.
Smoke was aware that it was selfish of him to run off after the battle at Tromperie plains, but he needed that time alone to restore his confidence. He had always kept to himself whenever bad things happened.
He knew that although Sierra understood that, it wasn’t the right thing to do and she had every right to be angry at him. He was already grateful that she didn’t tear him apart limb from limb, but getting the silent treatment felt even worse. He wanted to convey his feelings to her.
With two quick steps, he moved in front of Sierra and held her by the shoulders. Her werebear form towered over him, and he had to look up to gaze into her eyes.
“Look, I—”
Within a second, Sierra pushed his arms to the side. For a moment, Smoke thought that she was going to use Double Slash on him, as her arms were still in the air, but she didn’t. Instead, she threw herself at him and tightly hugged him.
“So many died,” she said, almost sobbing. “I never thought we’d run into a trap. I should have thought of that. I should’ve been prepared for anything .”
Smoke was taken by surprise. She wasn’t angry; she was sad.
He had a hard time wrapping his arms around her cursed form, but he hugged her back as tightly as he could. “It was a sound plan. Don’t blame yourself. They knew they were risking their lives.”
“But I knew them! I know their families! Some of them even have children!”
Smoke had been so absorbed in trying to put his feelings into words that he forgot that Sierra was a lot like him. Zectas was her sanctuary as well. When her mother passed away, she had to rely on herself, and didn’t have anyone close to her except for her uncle. Everyone whom she had met in Zectas must have been important to her.
“And we will tell them how their parents fought bravely to keep them and everyone else safe,” he said while gently stroking the fur on her back.
She was about to respond, when a loud howl interrupted her.
AWWWOOOOOOOOO
The two of them broke away from each other and looked in the direction the sound was coming from.
“Oh. Right. Those ten werewolves are still trapped in the pit,” said Smoke. He turned to Sierra and touched the back of her waist. “Do you think you can convert them?”
Sierra answered while wiping her teary eyes, “Yeah. With their
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