"You're never wrong," Zilvra sheathed her thin sword. "I've recently discovered an easy way to live; it's to do whatever you say, which saves me from the trouble of overthinking." She waved to Soka, "Soka, come over and eat."
"Oh!" The little angel stuffed a handful of berries into his pocket and swooped down from the tree.
Meanwhile, Deluo was watching the army leaving Lynch's inn and laughing. They came in high spirits but left in a dismal state. The Mage had just left not long ago, and over a dozen overconfident guys pursued him. But with Deluo's fists guarding the entrance, not a single one of them got in.
Wislin didn't want to make things worse, so he guaranteed with a knight's honor that the Mage had already left. Deluo pointed in the direction Lynch had gone and said to the bruised and battered lot, "See that road? The Mage left through there."
