Eryndor fell into thought while walking with his teammates.
Could there really be a very powerful poison out there which infected Co-founder Morris?
Or was the deal something else entirely.
Chuck it.
He put them to the back of his mind as he walked alongside them.
Remembering the yellow paper in his bag, he thought.
I should burn the one which has my name.
He hadn't really disposed of the ones which had already been decoded. In case he wanted help, he needed cold hard evidence.
Those papers were the closest thing to it. Of course, he would burn the one with his name on it.
Giving them evidence didn't mean they also needed to know about his own eldritch nature.
"Oops, we have some beasts up ahead."
Eryndor notified his team when he noticed a few beasts in his extended vision. Being engrossed in thoughts didn't mean he wasn't keeping an eye out on possible threats.
Edward looked back at Eryndor with appreciation.
