Saving Amil

As the morning sun cast its golden hues across the landscape, Valine arrived at the hideout. The hideout, concealed in the depths of the forest. A large building was at the center while Tents and makeshift shelters dotted the clearing, nestled beneath the dense canopy of towering trees. A communal fire pit stood at the center. As Valine entered the gate, the rogues, with primal expressions, immediately surrounded her. Without a word, they guided her through the building, leading her to a more concealed area where Madame Rose was. She quietly followed. As she walks, she can feel the wiretap on her clothes. Madame Rose, wore an ankle-length dress crafted from deep burgundy silk, the fabric cascading in luxurious folds that trailed gracefully behind her. The gown was tailored to accentuate her slender figure, hugging her curves with precision. Intricate patterns of delicate lace adorned the bodice. Her long, ebony hair was meticulously styled, cascading in loose waves down her back. Madam