Chapter 115: A Chance To Fly
"We should send Sam, they’re sneakier than all of us combined," Noir suggested.
Sam nodded their head, but Kir raised a hand. They’d been arguing about how to retrieve Stella for ten minutes. "I’m the one that needs to go. She’s my familiar, and I’m the best suited to find her. At the very least I could try calling her with our bond."
The latter would be quite painful, but at least it would be silent.
"Best cast scenario, I sneak close enough to call her and nobody even notices," Kir smiled reassuringly.
"And worst case?" Caroon crossed his arms.
"Worst case is the camp catches fire and I need rescuing," Kir answered. "Look, I know they’re probably all aware we’ve left by now, but I can do this. I’m not helpless without my magic."
Caroon snorted, "That much we know."
"How are you going to find us after?" Namosa asked.
"Just stick to the trail... I can catch up quickly," Kir said. He was still keeping his wings secret for their safety, but he would absolutely use them if he had to. At least it was relatively dark even with the moons, so he didn’t have to worry too much about being identified.
"If we stay on the trail it’ll be easier to find us," Caroon warned. "If they’re serious about capturing us, they might already be heading our way."
"All the more reason for me to head out now," Kir said. Then, reaching into his dimensional storage, he pulled out the skull and placed it onto the cart. "Here. If I don’t make it back, then at least you’ll have this."