Bound By Loyalty, Sealed In Blood

Less than an hour ago,

In a secluded area of the Tidal Tempest, the sound of metal against leather punctuated the silence. Victor stood with one foot on a stone, meticulously inspecting his blade's sharp edge, its glint reflecting an occasional spark of sunlight while taking it in and out of his scabbard.

He and his team had built another Shelter after having no choice, and now was a good time to admire the new longsword he had forged.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed, causing Victor to look up just in time to see Axton walking towards him. The man's strides were confident, but the sly grin on his face was what caught Victor's attention immediately. The blade, momentarily forgotten, lowered as Axton neared.

"Sir Victor…I got something that might pique your interest," Axton whispered, leaning in conspiratorially.

Victor's eyes narrowed, his gaze sharp and piercing, "Is that why you've returned alone?"