Albin tried hard to free himself, but given his condition and the strength of the one carrying him, his efforts were nothing more than a mild inconvenience.
In the dim moonlight, he caught sight of a familiar wire barrier.
"We're heading for the mountain," said a young man's voice—familiar, though he couldn't quite place it. "Don't make noise unless you want wild beasts to hear you."
Albin kept struggling, this time in silence... until thud. A sharp blow to his neck sent him back into unconsciousness.
From the small cloth pouch at Gara's waist, a pair of round black eyes peeked out. Rea's ears twitched as she looked around.
"No wild beasts nearby, right?" Gara asked.
Rea nodded, then scampered out of the pouch and climbed up to Gara's shoulder.
After a while, they reached an enormous banyan tree. Fian dropped Albin to the ground and pulled the gag from his mouth.
