<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/z284SRZ.jpg)</div><br/>The girls' meeting place was a nearby glade that Nephie knew of. Nephie was already there when Mella entered it, lightly dozing in the slightly damp grass. Nephie had made sure to spend the previous evening with the carpenters, as it might be a while until she saw them again. She didn't breathe a word of her plans, of course. Doing so would break the promise they had made to each other. And she didn't leave word either when she snuck away in the middle of the night because, well, it just wasn't Nephie's way. Her original idea was to go in the morning, but she had been feeling too restless, the promise of adventure and her nocturnal nature tugging at her. So she left for their meeting spot, quiet as a goblin in the empty village and the familiar night time forest. But, of course, there was no one there and, as time took the edge off of her excitement, she found herself falling asleep in the soft grass. That was, until the rustle of Mella's entry awakened her. She yawned and stretched as she sat up, looking around sleepily. "Hmm? Mella? What are you...?", she began, then remembered. "Oh, tight, the bandits!", she exclaimed. Almost immediately, she was on her feet and hurrying towards her friend. "I'm glad you came! Do you think everyone else is going to come too?"