Chapter Two Hundred Nineteen
Jackeline had been assigned to help in following the rogues that retreated after the fight in Brigadia. After a failed attempt at trying to prove whether the Rogue King was among the group that had left the remote town, their results had come up inconclusive. All they had to go on was the words of Katie Sirius. Staring into the fire they had lit that night in the woods, her mind soared through whatever topic she could find to alleviate the boredom that surrounded her.
The whistling sound of an arrow got snapped her out of her reverie to welcome the female hunter that came in swinging. The only people that had been assigned this job were a small group of five women all blessed with the gift of agility. It was the perfect team that could keep their distance from the rogues if anything wrong happened.
"Well, the rogues are increasing in number, that's for sure," the woman shrugged, slumping down next to Jackeline, "Jackeline, be my pillow. I'm tired…"