Divine Journey

Hostor listened to his interlocutor with his usual suspicion, trying not to delve into his other thoughts. *He seems to be speaking coherently, and he doesn't look like some kind of scoundrel. But appearances can be deceiving, I know that myself, ha. A cave is not the best place. Spiders are disgusting! And no one has canceled the need to get rid of competitors... Well, let's play your game a little longer.* - Sad stories, Vincent, - Redram frowned. - Both yours and the local woman's. I won't say I'm eager to rush into this cave, but if we gather a couple more people, I'll be happy to help you. And, - the mage hesitated - tell me your daughter's name? I will pray for her health. The last phrase, even though it was a lie, was thrown not only to demonstrate friendliness but also to test Vincent's reaction. After all, a knife in the back is not the most pleasant surprise.