A Desperate Plea
Garduck nodded, aware Luna knew those subjects better than him.
"Let's regroup here by nightfall. Remember, stealth is this operation's key." He stretched his palm out and smiled. "For the lord."
Luna and Bart returned his smile, placing their palms above his.
"For the lord."
With their declaration, they lowered their hoods and left the shop.
Though Jean scrutinised them with a conflicted expression, they ignored the man. They had nothing more to tell him, and he was welcome to report them to the city guard... if he wanted them to kill him first, of course.
With a final word of encouragement, Luna waved them goodbye and returned to the outskirts. Even if her brows twitched and a stinging pain pierced her heart, she knew she'd find what she sought among the poor. After all, when misery and despair became unbearable, and with no one listening to their pleas, humans had the foolish idea to seek salvation from whoever answered them.