Northern was incredibly pissed at himself.
To think that he was slightly, just slightly, beginning to think otherwise of Raven.
But now he felt like it was just her manipulative ways of making him relaxed.
A tense silence hung in between the two of them for a moment.
They were still in the dry wood, standing opposite each other, Northern glaring and Raven smiling coldly.
"Cut to the chase, will you?"
Raven lingered for a few moments before she started:
"Ellis Ruthsworn has a wonderful ability. I kept him out of all parties because of it. That guy is a gem that will be a crucial part of the army of the end."
Northern's grimace only turned darker with every word that came out of her mouth.
He tilted his head a little bit, "What? Army of the End, what the hell is that?"