Roen had put the file in Hornet's hand. Every hope was pinned to this and whether or not Crofte could do what she has promised. Hornet had been holding onto the file for hours after she left Roen's camp. Roen had told her what to do. Hornet stared at the file as she sat on a large flat stone on the outskirts of the Sagoli. The chatter of the Forgotten Springs miqo'te was behind her as she turned the file over in her hands. She wanted to read it, but that wasn't part of the deal. She had to honor Roen's wishes. She had to. But damned if it wasn't difficult. If Crofte failed, if something happened to Roen because of this, it would be Hornet's fault.
As the sun started to fall on the desert, Hornet swallowed her fear and reached out to Crofte via Moogle-Mail.
"Crofte. Forgotten Springs. Now.
-Hornet"
As the sun started to fall on the desert, Hornet swallowed her fear and reached out to Crofte via Moogle-Mail.
"Crofte. Forgotten Springs. Now.
-Hornet"
