“Kore, get the patrol ready.” Tarilamor snapped, but smiled anyway. “That outlaw is easy prey now.”
“I assume the assassin was successful, then.” Kore hissed quietly.
The black fox nodded.
“I’ll go tell the patrol we’re leaving.”
Tarilamor closed his eyes. “Don’t be soft.”
“What?”
“Don’t let this time be a failure.” The fox’s eyes narrowed. “There’s no room to be gentle.”
Kore slowly nodded.
