"Is it because... of the Squirrel Faction?"
The Demon Hunter speculated based on limited observations, as he had only been back for a day.
"The Squirrel Faction, huh." Margaret chuckled lightly, pressing her forehead, while Tishaya, sitting next to her, sipped the blood-red wine from her silver cup.
"It's considered the Squirrel Faction, I suppose. They have already spread to the Velen Region. On the roads outside Gos Velen, two merchant teams have been found dead in the wilderness recently, their wagons shattered and thrown to the roadside."
"Considered?"
Lann asked with interest.
Holding her glass, Tishaya continued the conversation, explaining calmly.
"Because it's obvious that the Squirrel Faction was sponsored and incited by others. They are a problem, but not the root cause."
"The root cause is: the world is going to be chaotic again."
It's been quite a while since the battle of Sodden Mountain, nearly two years.
