Sly Little Girl
The steed we used had already been killed, so this was our last resort.
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Thankfully, we were able to escape the enemy's sight and managed to make our way back to the camp, where we informed the commander of everything that happened.
"Well, that's good enough. At least you managed to kill the primary sponsor… I doubt they'll make a move any time soon, so now we'll just storm the camp when the morale is already down…."
"Can we take a break? I'm sure you guys can handle it yourselves," I responded while carefully observing the little girl beside me.
There was a possibility she could be a spy, and how do I know? Well, everything she said earlier was a complete and utter lie.
She knew who she was, where she came from, and how old she was… but she was very good at hiding the signs of a lie.