The Hunt(2) - A Trap

Jugel pranced about in Anthart's tent, his fingers constantly rubbing his chin while his eyes remained fixated on the floor mat,“Prince you must live” he said.

He stopped in his tracks and started to shake his head. A sigh escaped his lips before he rubbed his forehead “It seems I'm sick with worry,”

“I did spend the whole night praying. Strange that he didn't no…tic.” he yawned mid way through his sentence, and his eye became heavy followed with blurriness of vision , “It seems I forgot, the consciousness enhancement prayer must have run out.” he thought before positioning himself on the grass mat below allowing his eyes to close as sleep came upon him.

“Stay safe, young prince. You have a long journey ahead of you.”

“And many more struggles to encounter. If only we could tell you.”

Meanwhile Anthart and his team had just entered the fringes of the deep forest not long after being bade farewell by Quontom.