Divine Journey

I'll treat the food like Vegtam would. That makes sense. -5 coins, I suppose?

-That's exactly what "would" means. It's a useless word, and they won't come back to life.

- Yes, they won't come back to life. That's sad, - Redram took a hearty swig from the large mug of moonshine he was given and grimaced. - All that's left is to hope that their deaths weren't in vain in some way.
And they weren't... even if I don't think I'm worth such sacrifices.

-To each his own,- the mercenary shrugged, -but what about you?
-Matthias Coldreign, by the way,- Matthias clarified, extending his hand to his interlocutor.

The mage turned to Coldreign and shook his hand.
- Hostor. And that's all. Unfortunately, I'm an orphan, - Redram deliberately added sadness to his voice and lowered his eyes. - But that's not what we're here for. What's mine? It might sound a little arrogant, but what's mine is something that satisfies my soul, not my wallet. I'm not here for the money, even though it wouldn't hurt. I'm interested in understanding the situation and testing myself. Something like that, - the mage smiled faintly and took another sip from his mug, following it with a juicy piece of meat.