Love Letter From The Future

The hatchet deflected by Sir Alex’s sword spun wildly through the air.

It didn’t remain aloft for long; it returned to my hand soon enough..

I, once again, let out a troubled sigh—Hoo.

“Sir Alex, we need to gather intel.”

I cast a glance at the elven woman whose hair I had been gripping.

She was gazing at the elven man and Sir Alex with a bewildered expression.

Finally, I let go of her hair and tossed her aside.

Slowly, I straightened my posture..

“The more mouths we have, the better… Isn’t that common sense?”