Sylvan stumbled into the Greil Mercenaries base, looking exhausted and close to falling over.
She had ran, practically non-stop, for a full day and a half in order to reach the mercenary base as soon as possible. As a result, she looked deathly tired, but she still had enough spark to wander towards the base and limp into the courtyard.
Shinon was outside, explaining to Rolf about how to properly make arrows, watching as the little boy tried his hardest to shape the arrow correctly. He stopped after a moment, however, sighing deeply.
"Shinon?"
"What?" came the gruff reply.
"
I'm worried about Oscar."
"I know. Back to work."
The crafting of the arrows continued for a moment.
"Shinon?"
"What now?"
"
I'm worried about Soren, too."
A raised eyebrow.
"Why would you be worried about him?" the master archer asked. "Good riddance, I say."
"Well
" Rolf said quietly. "Ike hasn't said a lot of stuff since Soren left. It's like he's depressed, but he doesn't want to go after Soren.
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