Fang Raon stepped outside.
The snow landed on the hood of his winter coat, a stark contrast against the dark fabric.
In front of him, the snow fell sideways in the wind, and since it was already pitch dark, it was nearly impossible to see ahead.
"What is exactly your plan, stupid brother of mine?"
Anna followed him outside, wearing one of Opal's old coats that was much too big for her, but it did the job of keeping her warm.
"I am going to talk to the players. They should be hanging out over at the inn by now, right?"
Fang Raon said and started walking through the falling snow, and Anna quickly followed him, her oversized coat trailing behind her.
"What exactly are you going to tell them? They are not going to follow you into a certain death, especially for free!
"Unless you plan on paying them all? But you are poor. So what are you going to do?"
Anna asked.
