Dawn descended. The sun's rays struck against the earth, illuminating the surroundings. Inside her tent, Felma remained still, moving her neck to look at her band members gathered in a round formation to sit on the grass carpet. “Miss Felma. Didn't you have something you wanted to discuss with us?” said Roll who then moved his fingers to the chitinous tip of an arrow sitting on his lap.
“We're all ears. You can speak your mind,” said Dimci.
Felma took one more observative look at them. “Priest Jugel came to the tent last night, and we talked,” She revealed. “Did anything happen? What did he want?!” Dimci asked with her fists tightening by the second. “Would you be calm and listen.” Yohuk sent a glare towards her direction. “Nothing much. He came with a wish.” Demna glanced at Grinchfor who urged her with a nod of his head, pushing her to continue. “He said he’d like to recruit us to the Prince's ranks at the cost of a blue whistle.”