Dal Shabet

- Yes, boss, I am indeed from the White Lands,” the foreign warrior said calmly and, to some extent, even loudly, although he wasn’t shouting or raising his voice; that was just his manner. “The most important thing in the north is warmth: good clothes and, of course, fire. Without these, one cannot survive a single day in my homeland, but as for the Border… Even my people refuse to go there; the cold becomes even more severe, and various monsters and even giants roam the snows.

- Brr, I confess, I don’t really like the cold,” the woman said, feeling a little uneasy at the mention of the White Lands. “I’ve been in Nevermore for about three years now. You probably know that my people have no homeland, and we all wander the world, looking for a place for ourselves, or… just wasting our lives. Once, I traveled with a small group of my people and practiced martial arts from an early age. At the age of seventeen, I could easily defeat any adult I encountered, at least if I had my swords. This, of course, doesn’t include the famous Laust Brightstrider, with whom I had the opportunity to cross swords shortly before he was declared wanted. I think I was able to put up a decent fight, but I was still not his equal; the man is simply incredible. Anyway, I was already traveling alone, constantly looking for worthy opponents to improve my skills. This continued until I met a man in Dal Shabet. As with other talented swordsmen, we fought very hard and for a long time, but unlike everyone else, I just couldn’t defeat him. And he couldn’t defeat me. So we spent quite a long time together, and then… we fell in love. After some time, we got married, and I finally had a home, and then… - The girl’s eyes filled with some sadness. - Dal Shabet exploded, and with it, my husband’s life was taken. I survived, but I was badly injured and became easy prey for the Nevermore vultures.