Divine Journey

Hostor listened to Vincent's reply, but a new "helper" interrupted their conversation.
Another rescuer. It's strange that Vincent didn't find any helpers in these two days. At this rate, he could have gathered a whole crowd... Damn! I hate being among strangers! Especially when they are driven by greed.

- Greetings, Vincent. And you, as I heard, are called Hostor and Faelvir, right? Well, nice to meet you. Or rather... just a regular warrior.

- Perhaps you would allow us to learn your name, now that you know ours, elf?
Redram took a sip of beer and turned to Vins again:
- Yeah, soldiers are always great. They are always happy to get drunk, but when it comes to helping, they have an order... We'll have to manage on our own, although now there are more of us! As for my... abilities, - Hostor smiled slightly, - I'm just a hunter. I'm good with a crossbow, and I can fight decently with a sword. But I haven't encountered spiders yet... If their poison is so unpleasant, I would prefer to keep my distance. By the way, does anyone know how to use a spear or a halberd? Such a weapon would be very useful in the narrow passages of the cave to hold back these creatures.

And you, as I heard, are called Hostor and Faelvir, right?

What a keen ear!