Refuge in a Rebel Camp

She felt a warmth in her chest that had nothing to do with the crystal's power. "Me too," she said softly.

Their moment was interrupted by the gruff voice of the bandit leader. "If you lovebirds are done, we should get moving. These woods aren't safe at night."

Madison felt her cheeks flush as she and Wald quickly stepped apart. The bandit leader - who introduced himself as Garrick - led them through the misty forest. His men moved with practiced ease, their footsteps nearly silent on the damp earth.

After what felt like hours of walking, they emerged into a large clearing. Tents and crude wooden structures dotted the area, with campfires casting flickering shadows. Men and women in patched clothing moved about, some carrying weapons while others tended to various tasks.

"Welcome to our humble home," Garrick said with a wry smile. "It's not much, but it keeps us alive."