"What's that noise?" Timothee turned his head.
"It'd be wise to investigate it first," I sighed and gently stroked Prily's shoulder. "Keep resting, my dear. We don't have enough evidence to probe further."
"If I may ask, what exactly occurred? Has someone attacking the Silver Armor once more?" Prily inquired, looking up.
I shook my head. "Yes, dear. It seems like we're being targeted once again. But let's not jump to conclusions just yet."
"Dave was injured because of the intruder's attack. So I asked you, because Dave saw the intruder wearing a sheep's wool cloak.” Timothee said, his expression deep in thought.
"So, we're concluding that the intruder aimed to blend in as a member of Silver Armor?" Prily's eyebrows knitted together in thought.
"It's highly possible," Timothee nodded
