Abasdarhon's Castle

—I’m very sorry too. —Felian tried to say this as sincerely as possible.
Over the years of service in the Legion of Death, the people around him affected him less and less, and even his own grief no longer played any role. Once, he would have been ashamed to ask for money from a merchant who was grieving. He had to admit that both people and fairies sometimes change, and not always for the better.
After saying goodbye to the other mercenaries, Felian made a mental note to exchange the gold he had found from the elves and, early in the morning, visit Clean Hands in search of a new assignment. The failure of today’s mission left behind an unpleasant feeling that even the recent meeting with the Lafirs could not overshadow.
With these thoughts, the fairy headed “home.”