Divine Journey

- Thank you. It's, haha, hereditary with us. Underground, it's rare to find enough space for maneuvering and tactical positioning in direct confrontations, so power is what matters. And with access to the best breeds, owning quality equipment isn't a problem... I think he would have run into someone sooner or later anyway.

Nix's response was a good sign for Redram. Allies would be helpful for continuing the adventure, but collaborating again with Faelvir, Daar, and Lindeskar was unlikely – they had all gone their separate ways and had probably found new companions. Good riddance! Hostor wasn't a leader and never wanted to gather people around him, but in this journey, lives depended on such actions. He didn't offer to continue the journey with Ley Lan yet – he wasn't a good warrior to protect them both, and he didn't want the girl to suffer. But the armored underground dweller was perfect for this role – arrogant and cunning, but definitely not a coward.
- Yes, I've heard about some aspects of your people's lives. And yet, you were impressive. Among the Rosenkreuzers, to which I also belong, - Redram lowered his voice slightly as he said the last words, - swordsmanship has long been an art. It's in the blood. But not every master can boast such power, - Hostor said seriously, hoping that his words would be seen as respect, not flattery. - As for your opponent, I didn't like him from the start. A shady character, if you understand what I mean. And I sincerely regret that this inspector intervened – I would have loved to see Coldrein's body split in half by your greatsword, - the mage smiled. - Forgive me, I didn't introduce myself. Hostor, Hostor Wolf, - Redram extended his hand to Nix.