They had been walking for a while, far enough from the rural area where Dietrich and Roxanne used to live. The sun had also started to lean back to the west, as a sign that today was about to finish.

“You’ve been awfully quiet, Roxanne,” Francesca tried to strike up a conversation after the deafening silence that enveloped the group since they left the hut. “Not a chatty type, are you?”

Roxanne just peeked a glance to her and scoffed heavily while turning her face away, indicating that she was not in the mood for some chit-chat. All Francesca could respond was to smile wryly while lifting up her shoulders, understanding that the magician didn’t welcome her friendly advance. That was to be expected, after what incident they caused that disrupted her peaceful life.

“Aww, come on, Roxy! Don’t be such a grump, otherwise you would age faster than you should!” teased Devon without realizing that he was the main culprit that made her acted that way. “You don’t wanna end up wrinkled like your