The next morning was Gara's shift at the clinic. After providing one hundred liters of water into the storage and another hundred into the Liner camp, Gara headed for the village clinic.
It had been about two weeks since they moved to this village. Everything seemed to be running smoothly.
His experiments were close to success. The druids had followed the false trail and were already on their way to another county.
Maybe—just maybe—this village could become their permanent home.
His thought scattered the moment he noticed the clinic door already open. From the threshold, he spotted Loka tidying up inside.
"Gara, you're here," Loka greeted him, eyes bright.
"Why are you here?" Gara asked back.
