Moving closer to Vincent, Redram placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Hang in there. You can do it. If you can't achieve what you want for your own child, then what is there to strive for?” Hostora winced, feeling a pang in his heart, but he continued the conversation. “You will help Gracia, I believe in that...”
The mage encouragingly patted his companion’s shoulder and then turned his attention to his beer, giving him time to recover.
“And now, Vince... Can I call you Vince? Okay, so what about the missing girl? When did she disappear? And did you follow the right trail? And how many people do we need to go into the spider's lair?”
