Lae’zel’s eyes narrowed watching the druids scuttle about like sheep. If it was up to her she would have lefts these cowering ants behind but her follower had insisted this camp would have supplies.

She relented merely because she was already cutting down the istik’s enemies, guiding them to a creshe, and informing them of the ghaik infection. If she had to hunt for these weaklings too she go mad.

An apple flew towards her and she caught it instinctively startled out of her thoughts.