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Borets gestured, stopping Delia, who was heading towards his fallen comrades. “There’s no need for that,” he said, then answered Aldric’s question, “It’s the private army of a very persistent imperial aristocrat. And who might you be?”
“Come now, master,” the young knight hurried over to the speakers. “These people helped us, so etiquette dictates that we introduce ourselves first, doesn’t it?”
“You fool, with all your fuss.” Borets shook his head in annoyance.
Meanwhile, Baalirra was silently tending to the fallen.
“We are a mercenary organization called Niflheim,” the knight explained, “led by the great warrior Ivar…” The young man then remembered that their leader was unconscious after Valfrid’s attacks. “So, allow me to thank you on behalf of our group for your timely assistance.”
“Come now, master,” the young knight hurried over to the speakers. “These people helped us, so etiquette dictates that we introduce ourselves first, doesn’t it?”
“You fool, with all your fuss.” Borets shook his head in annoyance.
Meanwhile, Baalirra was silently tending to the fallen.
“We are a mercenary organization called Niflheim,” the knight explained, “led by the great warrior Ivar…” The young man then remembered that their leader was unconscious after Valfrid’s attacks. “So, allow me to thank you on behalf of our group for your timely assistance.”