Juvenius perfectly understood that they definitely wouldn’t be able to defeat another immortal, and he didn’t have time to grieve for Chukker – he was too busy worrying about his own skin.
"But I can tell colorful stories about how I fought an immortal. I’ll just leave out how I trembled and hid behind these two, and it will be a perfectly respectable tale."
Trying to think more about how he would present his new image as a victorious adventurer to society, and less about the prospect of encountering more creatures, Juvenius continues on his way.
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers