"Feeding on an ogre?" Stanley asked from where he sat in a corner, a large book on the table in front of him.
Despite the difficulty it was to get candles to the encampment, the mages still insisted on staying up late, sourcing books from other villages or townships, and altogether being difficult to work with because they didn't trust the knights who didn't trust them.
Each time they looked upon the knights suspiciously, Irene couldn't help feeling bad that it was humans who made the mages act in such a way. If she could only communicate to the southerners that acting rude to the mages only furthered their mistrust, then things would likely go on much more smoothly.
When they arrived with their news of what they witnessed on the scouting trip, the knights from Hydrogia seemed hesitant to be forthcoming with what they witnessed.
It didn't help that Commander Lothian seemed suspicious of mages as well, even though he insisted his men worked well with them.
