"So tell me, is it true you haven't heard a word from the mer folks for a while now? Is that why those guys were bold enough to try to capture you?"
Robin sighed, his woolly shoulders slumped.
"We have heard nothing so far. We simply thought... well, we thought they had finally grown tired of us." His vertical pupils looked down in anxiety, bruising his palms together. "We are a small tribe, and we have nothing to offer them but our company. They have no obligation to stay in the first place."
"And that's why you believed the hyenas when they said that the mer folks would come for you?" I asked and he nodded, ashamed.
It's not a crime to be weak. They were born weak to begin with, but if they can't lift their heads and believe in what they've believed in this whole time, then what can they do?
"How long has this relationship lasted?" I asked.
"Over a hundred years."
Wow, that's a long time.
