"Is something wrong up there?" someone asked Griar, or rather, asked the person Griar was currently in control of.
He tried to answer back, but couldn't.
'What an idiot…'
Of course he could not, Tahnee was completely and utterly mute.
Griar hadn't ever even heard her make any other noise with her mouth other than to inhale or exhale, and even then, it was very faint.
Indeed, Griar had been transported into a memory of the past, and into the body of a member of the famous quartet… This was clearly before they had been taken as apprentices under that famed master of battle arts.
They were all dressed like common peasants that had been drafted for war and had to find equipment for themselves, and they were currently standing in front of what looked like the dilapidated entrance to some ancient ruins.
'I feel like I've been told about this story before…'
