Divine Journey

Fang surveyed his companions with a conciliatory look. "Gentlemen, there's no need to get nervous," he said. "Bad nerves are bad for your health, trust me. I've already offered my compromise. There's really no point in recruiting a large company, but I wouldn't refuse to have at least one more person with us." The man looked at Matthias, focusing on his attire. "Can you take on enemy attacks?" he asked him. Without waiting for an answer, the celestial turned to Nel, but only smiled condescendingly: "No, I won't ask you that question. The answer is already obvious." Fang spoke again, addressing both companions: "Look, I think the ideal option would be to add one more ranged combatant to our team – an archer or a thrower of sharp objects, if there are any here – and a mage. If Matthias cannot be our main defensive force, then also an armored warrior. No more is needed, and less is dangerous. Matthias, listen," the celestial said to the mercenary, "I understand your concerns, but you also need to understand my reasons. At least one more person is definitely needed. I don't want to find myself in a high cave full of harpies spitting poison, without ranged support. We won't be able to reach them. And yes, I'm just a healer. No, I know spells that will help you, let's say, feel better, but that's all. I hope you now agree with the need to complete our party."