Unbound

They trudged through the jungle, the Wyrmkin with their spiral necklaces leading the way. Beef still couldn't see the wards that supposedly hid their presence, but the occasional flash of Mana vapor caught his eye. Even if he hadn’t, Beef had decided the Kobolds were cool. Mostly, it just felt good to have someone from Earth to talk to. Archie was great, if grumpy most of the time, and Felix was awesome, but the Kobold brothers were more like Beef. He hadn't felt out of his depth once while chatting. It was nice.

"So how did you find us?" Kevin asked. “We mazed the jungles around here with really powerful spells. Like, I Tempered my Spirit with it at Master Tier. They should’ve kept you busy for hours."

Harn grunted, "You think we let our people wander around without guards in place?"

Archie frowned. "No way, I didn't see a single tail."

"No tail," Hallow agreed. "But I know Beef's location at all times, and many of my Bodies were with Harn at his camp."

"Huh, that is unnerving." Shadow peered at Beef's armor, and one of Hallow's eyes winked at him. "Living armor! It's cool, but—whoa.”

“Yeah, I know,” Beef said with pride. "She is cool.”

Harn sighed. "When you left the town and hared off into the woods, I assumed you got captured, so we headed down here." He shrugged. “I’m happy to be wrong, in this case.”

"I guess that's fine," Kevin said with a frown before muttering, "Even though we worked really hard on that spell."