The old man's sudden generosity sat uneasily in Melissa's gut.
As soon as he turned his back, she stepped close to her young master, voice low and sharp.
"Are we really going to trust this? He appears out of nowhere, offers shelter, and even talks about helping us reach Moras's territory. It smells wrong."
Kyle's expression remained calm, his gaze still following the retreating figure of the old man.
"That's because it is wrong."
Melissa narrowed her eyes.
"Then we're walking into a trap."
"If it is a trap. I don't mind flailing into it."
Kyle said softly,
She blinked at him.
"Why?"
"Because right now, we need information. We need to get close. Rushing in blindly will only lead to more loss. We don't know how many people Moras's temple controls. We don't even know where its true territory begins."
Kyle replied.
Melissa scowled.
"So we let ourselves be bait?"