A week prior.
After the monsters had been cleared up, Cassandra’s group decided to rest near their rescuers, who were then very skilfully making a campfire.
Veronica couldn’t help but look at the handsome leader of the group. She heard that Garan was his name.
She combed her beautiful pink hair and approached the man, who was then observing how his team handled their meat. But she hadn’t even felt close when her body shivered, both in coldness and fear.
Unconsciously, she lost her balance and fell on her buttocks smack on the ground.
She made so much noise that everyone turned their head to her. Her face blushed—as pink as her hair—as she sensed the many stares directed in her direction.
Most of the soldiers lacked the usual empathy for a woman, and her guards were relatively far so she had to endure several grueling seconds of humiliation sitting on the ground until they got to her.
Or so she thought—
"Are you alright?" A gentle voice asked and she tilted her head to be met with gorgeous blue eyes and blonde locks that shone with the sun.
"A-Ah, yes…" She mumbled, though her eyes had metaphorical hearts in them by now. She took his hand and he helped her out, though he let go immediately and joined his friends to eat their barbeque.
It was like there was no interaction at all just a few seconds prior.
"..."
On the other hand, Cassandra wasn’t getting much luck with her own attempts for a connection either. She approached Gill, who was cleaning up his weapon.
She stopped just a meter away from him and he lifted his head to look at her with an eyebrow raised in puzzlement.
"May I know how we could thank this sir?" She asked, "I mean, you did save our lives."
Gill looked at her weirdly. "We killed them for the meat."
"..."
The man no longer bothered with her and also joined the campfire, completely ignoring her.
The two women looked at each other with weird expressions as they just watched the men and their maids fix their carriage and recapture the beast. Fortunately, they had spare whistles so they managed to regain control of the things.
The two groups no longer had any further interactions until a delicious whiff reached their side and they couldn’t help but turn to the source.
They saw the group eating the meat hungrily, looking very satisfied, and they couldn’t help but drool.
"Can you buy some from them?" Veronica asked, though she dared not approach for now, for fear of embarrassing herself again.
They then asked their guards to buy as much as they could, not minding the amount they charged.
In the end, they bought a couple of sticks for about a dozen gold. A bit expensive, but the aroma was killing their stomachs.
Then they took a bite and they felt they’d been brought to Elvendell.
No wonder they were so ignored. If it was for food so delicious, they could ignore everything too. At this thought, the women found themselves feeling better.
They were so engrossed that they didn’t notice that the other group had already packed up and went ahead.
It was too late to notice and they were already several meters away when it dawned on them. The girls couldn’t help but look in their direction wistfully.
"Where do you think they are heading?" Cassandra asked her guard, who analyzed the direction the group was moving towards.
"It’s in the direction of our destination, Miss." The man said, smiling occasionally as he chewed on the barbeque.
Cassandra’s purple eyes brightened at his answer.
So they were going to Ferrol Town, then?
Goodness Elves! It must be destiny, then!
Later, she would meet members of their team and she would treat them a meal, gaining information that Gill was likely to like honest and forward women.
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