"What the fuck are we transporting, Randolf?" Leaning close to him, Elva peeked to the side, towards Alice, as she drew patterns in the ground, rubbing them clean afterwards and starting again, muttering to herself in deep thought. "I didn't understand any of it, but it sounded like madness."
"It's just the rambling of a Magi, Elva." Randold siad half unconvinced by his own words as he looked towards Alice, "We just have a job to do. Take her to Lord Raven. If she gets trapped in her own world thinking about this, then it's better for us. It means she won't run off and burn another forest. We won't have the nomads bailing us out this time if she does."
