lStill in hiding, Devon knew something just didn’t feel right, but he couldn’t grasp what that was. He thought hard, pondering about that, but in the end it was a dead end. Realizing he couldn’t solve this matter alone, he decided to regroup with the other team.

“Arwen, let’s go back to the assigned place! Francesca and Roxanne must have been waiting for us,” invited Devon. “There’s something I need to discuss with everybody present, after all.”

“But Bro, we haven’t even found an inn yet!” reminded Arwen that their objective was still left unaccomplished.

“Relax, if worse comes to worst, we will spend the night in that whorehouse from before. That will please you, right?” offered Devon. “That’s only if that place is safe. I just can’t help but to feel wrong about it.”

Arwen nodded obediently this time and followed Devon’s pace back to the place they separated themselves into two groups.

“Hmm, now that you mention it, I did feel something too, Bro,” reported Arwen in the end. “You know