Tiaral

"Now that's what I call an epic battle!" Having ascertained that his services were no longer required, Delir proudly strode across the battlefield, whistling a tune and muttering to himself. "Although, of course, I could have found something better... Never mind, this is good enough. Oh, Fang, there you are!" The healer knelt down and scratched his pet behind the ears. "Who's a good boy? Who bit everyone? Huh? You're a good boy!" Kataviana stood a little further away, carefully observing the conversation between the commanders and examining the representatives of the other squad. She knew that it was best not to disturb her beloved at such moments, as he was completely engrossed in financial calculations. And the presence of a group of unfamiliar people did not give her complete peace of mind, even though they had just fought side by side with them. Relhiras stood for a moment over the lifeless body of the defeated enemy commander, as if contemplating something, after which he snatched a two-handed sword from his dead hands. "You were a good warrior and fought bravely," Delir suddenly appeared next to the Vistrian, as if from nowhere. "Don't worry, now your weapon will serve a new purpose. Rest in peace, great warrior, and may your soul find its way to a fair judgment where it will answer for all its deeds," he finished in a solemn voice, placing his hand on his heart. "Well, you were probably going to say that too, Relhiras?" The Vistrian said nothing and silently returned to the rest of the group. After standing in place for a moment, Delir followed him.