"Good luck, sir!" Ponso voiced as they were nearing the Virgo Island.
They used a motor to hasten the travel. The yachts were still anchored far away to the island.
The fruits and the rind went to different packs. The net bearing the slices of fruits was reassigned to Noni and Zovern. He insisted on to carry the fruits alone but she was adamant.
The rind was transported by Emyr. Ara helped with the cargo while she rode on his back.
'We must be careful. The queen is mad,' Noni told them as she led the way to the plateau. 'I called Alva beforehand. She has the townsfolk waiting for us at the foot of this ravine.'
'I'll go with you,' Zovern let Noni know.
'You'll have to stay here, Zovern. We have things to do,' Emyr rebuffed him firmly.
'Who will go with Noni? The pack is too heavy!'
