[ALANOR]
"A month," Alanor thought to himself when his mothers had disappeared.
The young Wynter knew that the two women would never have shown up unless they all were hopeless as a team, and couldn't exactly function properly, but wasn't that what they were at the moment?
They had lost hope along the way and lost themselves too and this here was just the first olive branch, but then came the question of why now, and how was he sure that his parents would give him the location.
Then again, he had scoured every place known to the Midlands in his quest for Unar and his Mom, and even rhen, he had not been able to.
Sighing defeatedly, Alanor went back to sleep, hoping that when he worl up he woukd have found a wya to get the team to get back to normal.
The weak Wynter team would easily be a target for their enemies but then over the years, the name Wynter was enough to make people change their directions. They never wnated to cross the deadly team.
