Intelligence Gathering
A few hours later, Jake and Carmin were patiently waiting for something, perched together on the highest branch of a yew tree. Scanning the horizon, the Silver Myrtharian man made another check,
"Are you sure about what you saw?"
Clenching her fists tensely, then loosening them again, the young woman nodded with a dejected face.
"One hundred percent sure. Wyatt has gone nuts." She insisted, biting her lip in frustration. "If there's still hope, can you try to spare him?"
Watching her distraught expression, Jake sighed. Earlier, she had asked him to help her kill Wyatt Griffiths, the leader of her own faction. It must have taken a lot for her to come to that decision, but it was obvious that this was not what she wanted.
If he hadn't committed an unforgivable act, she would never have made such a resolution. It was obvious from her smitten expression that she held more than just admiration for this Wyatt.