Despite the dire circumstances, Penny felt oddly calm. She felt the strange energy course through her muscles as the group delved further into the thicket. The wayward thief had become so enamoured on the cool, almost electrical energy Gryphon called mana, that she hadn't even noticed as the lush plains surrounding the group morphed into a dense woodland.
Colwyn, Gryphon and even Azel were showing signs of concern over the possibility of pursuers. The Drake knight persistently barked orders at the trio, ranging from demanding a faster pace to telling them to slow down and conserve mana. It was slightly annoying, as Colwyn couldn't seem to make his mind up on the ideal speed.
"Why are we so nervous anyway?" Asked Penelope, her curiosity finally overpowering her nervousness. "Azel was able to beat the last captain, what would make this one any different? Besides, there's four of us."