"Lady Rime has no tolerance for the weak, and losers are weak."
Kase continued, "In the worst-case scenario, even other followers will hunt down the losers as sacrificial offerings.
So if they haven't achieved their goal yet, they're not inclined to flee. However, they might run if they're cornered with no way out."
Colin interjected, "Is there any way to avoid the Druids' reconnaissance when we attack? It would at least reduce our disadvantage a bit. Rushing into a stronghold they've been fortifying for who knows how long is definitely not a good idea."
"In the forest? Do you think—ARGH!"
The Elf was halfway through his sentence when the Plated Armor Strongman, who hadn't spoken, suddenly gripped his shoulder. The guy immediately shut up.
"Stop making trouble."
The Mage glanced at the Elf, then continued, "The forest is the Druids' home turf. We can't just kill every little animal we see."
Colin lowered his head and thought for a moment.
