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“I am searching for Hope,” a female voice called out. I didn’t recognize her accent. And she most certainly wasn’t from the calificars. She didn’t feel like one of them. She didn’t feel like anything at all. And that was even more terrifying.

I sent Bryan and David to intercept them. Perhaps my “brothers” could avoid bloodshed. Seeing them in their armor with their sword and shield drawn tended to send most away. I didn’t want to kill, but I wouldn’t go back.

I would not go back. I would die before I would let them take me. And I would take as many people with me as I could. My final payment for all they had done.