"Try me, bitch. I don't think your husband will like that, and neither will the Blackquill. Plus, I'm one of the deadliest fighters... you know, in the world." Falaern said, enjoying this. "So we're headed to 'the' camp." she said, with a wink to Avian. They soon touched down in the fake camp. Resmin was already waiting for them. The brush was so thick that, without prior knowledge, you would have no idea where the real camp was. Ethalind certainly didn't.
"Took you long enough." Resmin said.
"Shut it. I had to deal with this bitch's moaning all the way here." Falaern said, staring at her subordinate through the mask. Everyone in the camp was masked like Falaern, just as insurance.