Divine Journey

-Some old geezer, wielding poisonous magic, throws clouds of nauseating stuff at everyone. And then he dies from his own stench, and we have to drag him to the surface.

- Magic, you say? - the elf paused for a few seconds, then continued. - I never liked mages. Disgusting creatures... - Kerlian fell silent again, but this time for a different reason. He realized that there were many strangers nearby and tried to suppress the hatred that sometimes stirred within him. The Brotherhood was very good at influencing the psyche, especially the young. From a young age, elves were taught that magic was evil, and those who used it were enemies of the Brotherhood and should be destroyed. But there were times when hatred and rage interfered with the fighters, clouding their minds, thereby disrupting clear thinking, discipline, and contributing to a loss of self-control. After that, the leadership began to approach the psychological training of fighters more carefully. In general, Kerlian knew how to control himself, but sometimes rage made itself felt. Besides, he saw the serpentman's staff and understood that it might also be related to magic, and it was not worth speaking too harshly about sorcerers. It was better to establish contact with him and stay close to learn more about the possible enemy. - You did the right thing by killing him, - he finished.
- Don't you want to come with us to the ruins? You and your friends, - the elf glanced at those gathered near Nokou, and then added. - I'm Kerlian.