Tiaral

“Thank you for your answers. Very typical,” Aldric concluded. Despite the lack of details, he could believe such a story. Many aristocrats in Yagensdorf placed their pride, or as they called it, “honor and dignity,” above all else. And Deicia was hardly any different in this regard from its fragment. Having finished his conversation with Bajen, the Yagensdorfian decided that it would be appropriate to introduce himself to the leader of the group they had rescued. “I think my squad will be happy to take advantage of this offer,” the leader of the “Iron Hearts” said with a friendly smile, extending his hand to Ivar, “Aldric von Falkenrat, pleased to meet you.” While the Yagensdorfian was talking to their new acquaintances, Rheinheld surveyed the members of “Niflheim” with a bored look. She couldn’t help but notice that they had gathered an equally diverse group, just like the “Iron Hearts.” However, the swordswoman was in no hurry to make new acquaintances. She didn’t communicate much with her current companions, let alone complete strangers. However, the news of the feast made the Deician girl perk up. Partly because she had never been against the idea of filling her stomach at someone else’s expense. Partly because Ivar’s behavior could not help but remind her of her deceased uncle. If Klaus were still alive, he would certainly have befriended the Hallian.