Crimson immediately removed himself from the sphere sense of his control and pulled Kyra towards him.
His hand brushed the hair behind Kyra's ear, and he played with it.
"I just found the most amusing thing. Can you guess what it is?"
Kyra had no idea, so she shook her head. Crimson chuckled.
"Draconoids. I guess Level 10 Warbeasts," Crimson pulled on his long wolf's ear, "Is not that great at all. We heard them say five, but what I saw was two dozen Draconoids gathering around the corpse of their brethren."
"The one we killed." Kyra concludes.
"Yep. So now they are after us. What should we do?"
There's a mischievous glint in his eyes that Kyra did not miss. She narrowed her eyes before following his line of sight.
The mercenary group are walking together in front of them. Oblivious of the two whispering to each other. Kyra already knew that look Crimson was giving them. The question is... should she let him?
After a few seconds of thinking, Kyra sighed.
