, or the green gnomes of the forest. It was better than getting caught by the

of the plains, but there was no difference. They treaded carefully since they knew it was

territory, but they were soon being chased by the Graans and a fight had erupted. Ravas were good at pulling carriages for long periods of time, but they weren't the fastest. It would be their end; they were not even close to Viscount Locke's estate. Parhum felt sorry for the people who followed him here. 'I'm sorry…' As Parhum thought that, something jumped up into the sky. "?" Parhum turned toward the sky as he thought it was an ambush by a Graan. Yet, the object that came up on him wasn't there. Then, a clas.h.i.+ng sound came from behind and Parhum quickly turned back. "!!" "Hah, this isn't even close." A strange woman was crus.h.i.+ng the