Chapter 120 Montgomery

"What's going on here?" This voice came from a very young woman, about ten years old, as she slowly got off her ornately designed carriage and approached the prostrating Komodos. Everyone turned to look at her. She had long flowing black hair, round black eyes, and red pursed lips that showed concern for the demi-humans. She walked towards them with grace and aplomb. If she had a book on her head, it wouldn't fall out even as she walked on rocky terrain—it wouldn't even wiggle. If that...