"Do you not have friends, Naira?" Nyx asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I do… Or I did… Years ago."
"Hmm? What happened? Can you tell me? A young lady such as yourself shouldn't be out here. Were you not aware of the monster outbreak? Do you have a tribe?"
Naira didn't answer right away; her eyes were focused on the dirt as if searching for something to say. Nyx opened her mouth to try again, but the noise of movement cut her off.
Branches swayed, then parted.
A group stepped through the undergrowth in formation, armed and alert.
At the front was a tall man in heavy armor, Jack. Behind him strode a woman with a glaive strapped to her back. Her expression was sharp, and she was sure of herself. Kaiden knew that face. Caitlyn. The B-tier glaive wielder. The one Tessa had described as a woman with a fondness for pulling rank.
