Chapter 245. Classic Chantel

Zave Ambrose

After the brief conversation, we parted ways. Everyone is preparing in their own manner. For me, it's battling the impulse to drink that bottle of rum. It takes me a long time, and Mera comes to get me to go, to get my mind off drinking. Even if she hadn't come, I would not have drunk it.

We walk for hours, and by the time we get to our destination, it is dark. We've been standing motionless for a long time, but Avery chooses to break the silence.

"Will we do something?" Avery asks, glancing around the forest, hidden by massive trees and shrubs. Damon's camp is right in front of us. If Aldric is correct, as he probably is, they are in Vaseau. Finding his camp was not simple.

We visited hundreds of seamstresses and tailors before finding the appropriate one. The one where a girl obtained her fabric from. She created them garments from that fabric. She didn't work there, but the seamstresses were kind enough to as