Tave had to be perfect now, no slip-ups. The four demons standing before him were sharper, more sober than the others. Their posture alone screamed power. Gaia Masters, maybe even Grand Masters. One wrong word, and he'd be dead before he could blink.
"So… you were sent for the prisoners?" the lead demon asked, his tone steady.
Tave's mind scrambled for something smarter, but his mouth moved first.
"Yes," he said flatly.
The lead demon studied him for a beat, then gave a short grunt and smacked his hand on Tave's shoulder.
"Ah, so you're the one sent here. Good then." He pointed to a cage behind Tave. "Now take the forest elf girl to the Lord. The party doesn't wait."
Wait… forest elf?
Tave turned his head slightly. His eyes locked on the cage they were pointing at.
Panpan.
Shit. What did they want with her?
He stole a glance at Fang's cage. The door still looked shut. They hadn't noticed.
Good. Stay here, Fang. Leave when it's clear.
