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"They have their walls," he said, looking up at the open gate.
She looked over at him curiously.
He looked down at her with a frown. "I think the gate is to keep out the trolls."
She nodded slightly, approaching them. "Of course."
He frowned, squinting ahead. "I'm not sure."
Cal was quiet as well, watching him with a frown.
He huffed slowly. "Right." In the distance a small town was in view, the entrance was a wooden gate.
Cal looked up at her, her brows furrowed.
"I don't want to live like that," he said flatly.
She folded her hands, looking excited for him. "That's great, Ben."
He frowned, nodding slightly. "Then helping on the farm isn't an option."
She tilted her head with a small frown, though it didn't seem upset. "War effort?"
"I don't know," he said. "It's your mother."
She touched her fingertips together, looking curious. "You are?"
"Well, I don't like the idea of disguising myself every time."
She blinked, her ears perking up. "Hey, Ben."
He shook his head. "Nothing."
Cal tilted her head, her expression curious.
He frowned, looking ahead. "Yes, I suppose."
Cal tilted her head curiously, watching them with a small frown.
