Divine Journey

Fang surveyed his companions with a conciliatory look.
- Gentlemen, there's no need to get nervous, - he said. - Being nervous is bad for your health, trust me. I've already offered my compromise. There's really no point in recruiting a large group, but I wouldn't mind having at least one more person.
The man looked at Matthias, focusing on his clothes.
- Can you take 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 obvious.
Fang spoke again, addressing both companions:
- Look, I think the ideal option would be to add one more ranged fighter 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 addressed 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 be 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.