Divine Journey

- I highly doubt that's a viable option, so you should offer something more appealing if you intend to join us, - Mathias replied calmly.
- For example..., - Coldreyn paused, eyeing the elf's body with a predatory gaze, - sharing some information with us, - the mercenary finished the sentence and, feigning indifference, turned away, as if his interest in the girl had suddenly vanished.

- Yeah, right, as if every body lying in a ditch is on a journey solely for that purpose. - Nel smirked. - I wonder what kind of information you expect from me?
Nel sat down next to her.
- This Deepwell is a disgusting place. - The elf took a sip of the beer brought by the owner. - It seems that introducing oneself to people here is not in fashion, as if they live in a cave.
The girl looked back and pointed with her finger at the people she had noticed earlier.
- See? Barbarians from somewhere in the mountains, I don't know much about them. - Nel snapped her fingers. - Do you think they came here to buy a couple of... apples? Or something else that this hole has to offer?
The huge warriors were talking loudly and drinking strong ale as if it were water; their table was covered with empty plates and mugs.