Impossible Leap

Harper looked in the direction he pointed.

He was right.

A flag marked with a black handprint stuck out from the high platform—it was CrimsonFist's guild flag.

Three survivors in black leather armor sat on top, smoking and playing cards, while one man stood guard beside them.

Her eyes locked onto the guard. He was a thin man holding a blue light crossbow.

AcidStriker had told her these players wer