A hunt to provide food for the army was the first task for Frazer's group. They'd been told not to question Raven's orders, and since going against the very first assignment would raise further eyebrows, none of them questioned anything. Even the fact that Amedith was accompanying them.
Dressed in his usual spy clothes–a gothic touch with a hint of makeup–he blended right in with the girls. Keeping his identity hidden and also making him seem more vulnerable than he truly was. However, with Rose, his adoptive mother, poisoned by the dryad, his eyes kept staring at Muena's back ever so often.
'One strike and I can kill her…' The ever-bright light of justice rooted deep within his very soul was being swallowed by the darkness of revenge. His eyes hollow, his lips pressed shut, and his body stiff in every movement, the magus was seconds away from tearing the dryad apart. But then, he heard a whisper, a whisper by Will-O hiding in his long, false hair.
