[UNAR]
"I will," Unar said before adding, "I have a question though. It doesn't relate with Al."
"What is it, kid?" Criselda asked, curious to know what could be so burning that the young prince took his one shot at the high priestess. Maybe it was about Edison, but then a lot of speculation in the little time they had was not going to do them any good.
"Nymeria. She escaped the night Al left Udrad. Have you seen her?" Unar asked, looking at the high priestess, hoping to get the truth about the woman.
Every warlock from and in Greroth was accounted for, except Nymeriah, for obvious reasons, but Criselda had never thought that there would come a day when she heard the words that the young prince was uttering.
It was like she was sharing the best news in the morning, but would it really be good news when Nymeriah was a warlock fueled by anger? She was pissed that she had been in Udrad for so long and more than anything, she knew something that could make the midlands crumble.
