Lafrenia

“They’re so young…” Salassara whispered, her voice tinged with sadness and a hint of fear. Indeed, upon closer inspection, it became clear that all of their new companions (except the leader) were only about 18-20 years old. “This is a typical strategy of the Society,” Raum replied angrily, but still quietly, addressing her concerns. “To recruit orphans and raise them according to their needs.” “Enough, Raum,” Belial objected calmly. “Anyone who takes up a weapon must be prepared to die by it.” “True,” agreed the demon with the raven’s head. “This applies to us as well.”

“We need to lure them into the cave and take them down one by one,” he muttered. “Wandering through the labyrinths in complete darkness, with unexpected traps and rockfalls, they won’t stand a chance. And then the monkeys will attack them from behind, and victory will only be a matter of time.”

“But will they go for it?” Seyr expressed his doubt. “If they decide to surround us but not attack, we will only have to hope for Mucus’s help if he suddenly suspects something is wrong when you don’t return to Arwen.”