"Hey, isn't this Lyra Nightshade, the former leader of our Tracker's Nest? Wasn't he confident when he left without permission? Why are you back now? You don't really think that the Tracker's Nest can't function without you, do you?"
Aurora Frostveil walked up to me, pressed my shoulders hard, and pointed in the direction of the tracker's lair.
The transparent crystal partition allowed me to see clearly what was going on inside the lair.
Except for the vacancy of the leader's position, there have been no changes to the other members.
Aurora Frostveil sneered: "How great do you really think you are? You dare to boast about giving paid leave to your subordinates, don't you know? They came to me that night to admit their mistakes and beg for mercy!"
The members of the tracker's lair met my gaze, and one or two of them lowered their heads in guilt.
Including Rowan Ashclaw, who I have the best relationship with.
I understand them. If they are expelled at the end of the year and cannot receive tribute rewards or rations, this winter month will probably be difficult for them.
