Dal Shabet

Rastislav.

Now I understand which name I should have chosen.
During the expedition, Ratislav finally felt truly "in his element." Battles with the natives, who often attacked from completely unexpected positions, and the struggle against countless giant insects – all of this brought the warrior back to the times when he, together with a small detachment, defended the outpost from the Confederation's troops. He remembered the battle in the grove, in which, despite the enemy's numerical superiority, they managed to emerge victorious, and much more. Tiriets dreamed of finding the natives' lair and inflicting a final and decisive defeat upon them, killing them all without mercy.
During the expedition, Ratislav managed to befriend almost all of its participants, although he frankly disapproved of the war methods of many of them. Nevertheless, he was forced to admit that they were much more effective than his own abilities. Often, healing allies required too much strength and magical energy. Ratislav believed that, as a healer, he was almost as useless in these wilds as he was as a slow warrior with a two-handed sword. Nevertheless, unwavering faith and courage prevented such thoughts from unduly troubling the warrior.
When the scouts left the camp, Ratislav sat down near the dying fire and pondered. He wanted to continue the journey immediately and eagerly awaited the return of his allies.