"What you said about-"
"Don't talk to me." Akane interrupted.
"Fine." The annoyed female Hobgoblin answered. She wanted to cross her arms as well, but couldn't.
He never really looked at you, huh?
For about twenty minutes, Syl sat quietly with her thoughts, looking into the darkness that had overtaken the forest.
She thought about many things, including what Akane had said.
'Did the Hobgoblin Chief threaten the Werebeasts? No, that wouldn't make sense. With the Orcs always against us, we wouldn't have the strength to wage two wars at once.'
Syl arrived at the only plausible answer. It was the same answer that Amon had arrived at right before falling asleep.
Remembering that Syl had talked about the Werebeasts' irrational fear, Amon theorized that it wasn't the Werebeasts' fear that was irrational, but that of their Chief.
