Divine Journey

- My dear Nel, my name is Fang Pei, - the young man said politely. - If you mean the stories about the treasure, then yes, I came here because of them.
Fang paused for a moment, then continued:
- I would like to find companions. You, it seems, have come here with the same goal. Could you tell me what kind of warrior you are and how you can be useful on the journey?

- Yes, of course. I am a field medic and also a specialist in antidotes, - the assassin replied with a smile. - And I am skilled in using a rapier.
Nel took another sip of her beer.
- I doubt we will get in each other's way, but we can definitely help each other.
Another burst of laughter from the drunken barbarians came from somewhere behind them. Nel sharply grabbed a salt shaker from the table and threw it over her shoulder. The shaker hit one of the warriors in the back of the head, but he didn't seem to notice. Another wave of wild laughter swept through the tavern.
- Gods, what a bunch of idiots, - Nel threw up her hands. - What do you think, Fang Pei, shouldn't we report this to General Catherine?
As if remembering something, the girl turned to her previous interlocutor.
- Man, what do you think about it?