As the wagons rolled down the cobble again, an awkward air filled their insides. Not a word was spoken, and yet a lot was said. Some were drowning in confusion while others struggled to comprehend what they'd been through during their brief stop in that small settlement. Riding along with the hero's group, however, there was one person who wasn't too keen on keeping quiet.
Glaring at the hero, whom she knew to have been blessed by Hestia, Elicia couldn't help but feel slightly frustrated. A blessed of the gods who barely ever came to the church of that very god, in her eyes, it was akin to spitting on their idols or their god itself. As the spectre of her past self took over, she turned her body towards the hazy-eyed hero.
"Rudiea Hilton, right?" She asked, tapping his shoulder.
Lifting his head a little, Rudy gave her a nod.
