CH 67 - "No, I don't think I will."
Meike meets up with the rest of the gang.
“Meike, we’re in the capital,” Pickles said, hopping off a box and landing on all fours. “You should be prepping for the hunt!”
They sidestepped him, inching around the red bricked street and back onto the gray sidewalk. Being the capital city and all, Meike expected it to be in better shape than Laeford. It was, however, rather rundown in some areas.
“It’s not a hunt. It’s shooting fish in a barrel.”
“There’s no honor in killing a trapped stag,” Cass said, giving Pickles a dirty look. “You’re under no obligation to attend, Meike.”
“I’m still thinking about it. This may be my only chance to rub elbows with the Queen.”
