<Snipped quote by Fionraella>
Liwei squinted at the webpage. "Uh.. a dozen? More?" His shoulders raised slightly in a shrug. "They're not being careful, anymore. They must be planning something." He gripped the screen of the laptop between his finger and thumb, sliding it closed with a click. He let out a long sigh, entire body slouching into the sticky upholstery. His face turned to Mona's. "You know we have to do something."
Misha broke into ugly laughter. She punched his arm. "Can I be the town bartender in your fantasy? That's like a therapist, 'cept I get to ruin folks' lives and make money all at once." She turned towards the direction of the camp and started towards it as she talked.
"A...dozen?" Mona nods slowly. "I know...you're right." She sighs heavily, a bit frustrated that they were in this mess. She starts the car, listening to the low hum of the engine for a moment. "Okay...where should we go to warn them? Misha didn't tell us anything about where they are." She huffs, irritated at that girl now too.
Fabine laughs, shaking his head. "Misha, come on, you're what 13? You shouldn't even know what a bartender is!" He says, before walking alongside her. "But sure, you can be the bartender, so long as I can rent out the building for myself every Thursday for a reasonable price."