A gentle whisper of breeze whistled around the forest, bringing a cooling sensation to the skin of the trio inside the forest. The sun which had been mild earlier slowly was changing as the weather began to show signs of an incoming snow.
Following Sthena's words was Perdita's chuckle that sounded as though she just heard the best joke of her life. Getting no response from Sthena got her laugh to slowly die down.
She skeptically asked, "You are joking, aren't you?"
"You laughing makes it a joke which I don't find myself chuckling like you did," Came Sthena's swift reply, his expression showing no sigh of amusement.
At this moment, Perdita couldn't bring herself to say anything, she was too dumbfounded to speak. Who goes digging up graves of people who died two decades ago? Only Sthena did. How did she forget so soon what a crazy man he was?