"Shut up."
Zeke's fingertip flicked, and the Wind Blade curved, accurately slicing away a stalk of rice hidden in front of Malachi in the heap, a warning that couldn't be clearer.
Malachi curled his lip, muttering, "So self-righteous."
But he stopped talking and got down to work seriously.
Inside the shelter.
"Caelan, Lian."
Luna Sutton withdrew her gaze, lowered her voice and said to the two Old Phoenixes, "You two take Jago and ten sharp beastmen, and quietly head to the cliff north of the Winged Tiger Tribe. Remember, only mine for brass ore, and be quick."
Caelan stroked his beard and nodded, "Rest assured, Master, in my younger days I was best at... ahem, best at covert actions."
"Mm, keep your actions discreet, and remember not to let the Winged Tiger Tribe find out."
She was worried that Caleb, lurking in the shadows, would overhear, so she made a point to whisper.
