Sylvester Archipelago

— Wow, you’re a mage! — Odd exclaimed. — I thought you were just an old man trying to make some extra money. Yes, we need to leave, but let’s grab the swords first. Our captain will pay a good price for them.

—To be honest, I didn’t really want to talk about it. You know, many mages like to show off their abilities here and there, but I wouldn’t really want to do that. It’s safer and somehow more peaceful. I’m not forcing you to keep it a secret from the others, of course.

— Yeah, you meet all sorts of scum here. He acted like a coward and met his end. But if he had agreed to a fistfight, he would have only lost his sword.

—I agree, it was a fitting death for him, at the hands of his own friend. Here, take this. —Tiberius handed Odd a healing potion. —You were still battered from our last adventure on the island.

► Let’s go to the ship first. The hero was heading there anyway.

I was going to the gardens, but it doesn’t matter, we can go back to the ship.