'At least I'll have them in my debt,' Zaroth thought, looking at the bowing elf before him.
"I… thank you so much!" she exclaimed, breaking into a sprint.
'Well, I guess she is quick on the uptake,' he mused, matching her pace.
Naturally, Eldros followed his master, while Luna picked up Vera in a princess carry since the Oracle wasn't able to run with such speed.
The elf quickly guided them off the unfertile plain back into the woods.
Zaroth kept one eye on her—and the other on their surroundings; ambush was never out of the question, and he liked to be prepared as well as he possibly could.
The brown elf, running with all her might, left a crimson trail in her wake with her blood. The injuries she had received were grave, especially the one on her abdomen.
Zaroth gained a little respect for the elf; despite her bad condition, she was running with everything she had, not caring about her body.
