Zak flips back a few pages and reads, "Your fate, young ones lies with the survival of the last kingdom. Five of you must go to Yarfell, the capital, and discover and put a stop to this."
"It's almost as if his protal called more people than he intended...like he didn't know there were more coming." She shrugs and adds brightly, "Who knows, maybe only five of us will make it to the city! Maybe the others will find something to occupy them on the way." Zak doesn't sound too worried about it. "Or maybe he just counted wrong..."
