She hesitated, her brows furrowed as she took it all in. "A fire..?" She shook her head. "Who is the Mad King?"
He looked up at Anya uncertainly and she rested a hand on her shoulder. "We're not entirely sure. We think he used to be a leader of the Pillagers, but it's hard to tell. He never leaves the Fort. All we know is that he sends his followers to steal our supplies and attack our scouting groups. That's how he got Aug..."
"He's incredibly powerful, Aspen. We don't know who he has on his side. We're just trying to keep the town afloat."
She squinted, shaking her head. "I'm not gonna deal with that. I brought supplies. I'm not going to have that."
"I'm not going to have come for nothing, Eli. I refuse to believe he's dead and I am going to do something about that *squee!* you call the Mad King."
He raised one eyebrow, but sighed. When he next spoke, he was much gentler. "Aspen, listen. I understand. I refused to believe he was gone too, but... You can't just ignore reality."
"Even if that's the case, I'm getting rid of that guy. I don't want anything happening to this town." She frowned. "I've hardly been here a minute, but just let me help."
He looked up at Anya for a moment before sighing. "If you want to go on a suicide mission, go ahead."
Ky was tall. That would be her first impression. He stood in front of the forge, frowning at something, and his brown hair brushed the ceiling. He was thin, but with toned arms, presumably from his work in the blacksmith.
He looked over at her. He had bright green eyes and a smattering of freckles on his shy face, but he raised one eyebrow uncertainly. "Yes?"
