Archer was sitting at the window of the tower that the three women were in, giving a perfect view of the Green Sea. He noticed swarms of monsters roaming the endless landscape that stretched as far as he could see. Maeve sauntered over to him, cradling her stomach as she drank some fruit juice.
''Now winter is coming, should we continue to invasion or hold off until summer?'' The orange-haired warrior woman asked.
''Wait, the soldiers need some rest and a break from the constant fighting,' he answered, surprising his wife.
''That's noble of you; most rulers would keep moving forward despite the weather.''
Archer laughed at her words. ''Most yes, but not me, I prefer having my soldiers at one hundred percent, then working them to the bone,'' he revealed, taking a sip of the dragon ale Sera gave to him sometime ago.
''That does make sense,'' she replied before suddenly thanking him. ''Thank you for always coming to see us, Arch.''
