After some quarrels and talks, the group decided to try and wrestle the box, and, whatever is inside, from the possible agent of Prixima. So they've set out.
To Fierre.
~~Chapter 9B: The Box of Silver~~
To catch the box, the group headed to Fierre, a small border town, dangerously close to the regions of the fighting between the two nations locked in bitter war of hatred.
For two days, the mercenary group ventured east, and then south, through the snow-covered roads. As they proceed, they could see the tracks of Joz's group, and the innkeepers and merchants mentioend seeing a group of horsemen under command of blue-haired beauty.
They were quite fast in their march, but alas, they always seemed to miss the other group by the matter of hours, maybe even less.
Soon however, they've got themselves to a forest, behind which - according to a lone woodcutter - Fierre lies. They've gotten to the end of the forest, without problem.
And it was very, very quiet.
The group trudged through the fresh snow that fell this morning, the white powder crunching under their boots. They've just wandered between two long piles of snow, when suddenly...
Raquel tripped.
And Derick, who was walking right behind her, could easily see what she tripped over.
Human, blood-stained hand, still looking fresh and pink despite the cold. From the nearby pile, some fingers were sticking out as well. There were corpses under the snow.
Many corpses, it seems.
"Get here... that spear guy of yours..."
