Divine Journey

Hostor stepped back a few paces from the blow of Nix, who at the last moment finally thought to remove his gauntlet. A few drops of blood from his split lip dripped onto his clothes. Redram wiped the wound with his sleeve and straightened up.
The rumors about the power of the underground dwellers are clearly not exaggerated...
- Thank you, - the mage said quietly, and spent a few seconds warming up his jaw. - For the items? I don't know. In principle, if I'm dead, I won't need anything. But if I'm not, I'll bring back more money than my belongings are worth, - Redram managed a weak smile. - Wait for me for two days.

-But it will be much harder for us without you. We need you. And together we will definitely succeed.

- Together, we won't fit into the plan. We'll have to fight, not use cunning. And I can get out on my own. But...thank you for your concern.