No Need For Anger

Back at the inn, Richard had just finished the last stroke of his rune. He suddenly raised his head, looking out the window. Only a moment ago, he had felt an intense throb in the bottom of his heart. A strong warning was blaring out from Medium Rare.

“Something happened?”

The slave contract only allowed him to know his slaves’ approximate location. If they were too far apart, his party could only send vague emotions over. He had an intense feeling of danger, but couldn’t tell what exactly had happened to Medium Rare. On top of that, he had only sensed a fighting will as well as a warning. There was no sign of any request for help.

He immediately sealed the rune he had just crafted,...