To Slay a Devil: Preparations for the Hunt 1

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/Shua…/

/Flap flap…/

[DING]

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Atop the peaceful skies, Dale rod Caladgolg like some sort of Eastern Immortal, cutting the wind beneath the clouds while Testros and Sarferato rode Ubuk not far from his current position.

Due to his youthful appearance, he drew the short end of the stick, being forced into this position of standing on the sword while someone stole his previous spot.

Not that he had much of a choice, it was either that or being squished between two muscular old men that hadn't had a shower in a long while.

Dale made the only proper choice in the situation...

'At this rate, we'll be there in another hour or two.'

'Compared to how long it took to piece through the forest there isn't much for me to complain.'

'Hum...'

After everyone set camp in the Tower and they confirmed it to be safe, it was time for them to depart, and so they did without hesitation.