An entire week passed on and Sigrid had yet to go find Emmah. She was busy with other things, like planning Roland's birthday and wiping out the mages the bank of fate had tasked her to track down.
After deciding that searching for them one by one was tiring and it would take forever, she hatched a plan which was currently in motion late in the night.
Close to the heart of Mystwood grove forest, where ordinary humans did not dare to venture and moonlight filtered through thorned branches, she sat on a tree branch in silence. Her floral cloak caught every shimmer of the moon's light and her eyes glowed with anticipation.
In the other trees, hidden away in the shadows, Veylin, Alistair, Mauve and Christie were hidden away. They were supposed to be silent but Mauve was eating a chocolate eclair loudly.
