“It’s you” he gapped.
Saya gazed down for a moment before shaking her head helplessly, “It’s not”. She wasn’t at full strength, she couldn’t come in here at full strength. There was a reason Isabella and Constance didn’t come in and it wasn’t as simple as not wanting to help.
Before Saya could move though she heard a whiz and quickly moved her head to the side as an arrow passed her straight into the head of the brown-armored man. Turning around she saw a young girl of about eight years old dressed in adventurer clothes with a bag pack and arrows on her back. Conrad dropped beside her from the tree and they stared at the girl before them.
“Who are you?” Conrad asked, he was certain the person before him was actually a little girl.
“A survivor” the girl smiled cutely at them.
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