"You're kidding," Armodeus let out with a confused expression, "Morgan le fay is a myth, they... they..." the elder dwarf's eyes seemed to lose focus for a few moments. His pupils dilated and constricted, as if they were pulsating. But he wasn't the only one, the other masters were similar. Until one of them, Partax, finally spoke up.
"Morgan, that..." Partax started, his voice seemingly bringing back the others as well, "...that rotten bitch still owes me twenty gold!"
"...Excuse me?" Eiro let out involuntarily. That certainly wasn't what he expected to hear.
"Right, I remember now... Morgan, they... How did we forget?" Shimour muttered. It must be something that he wasn't quite used to. Being the Master of Stealth, he was the one that was hidden from others, and that would have others forget about his existence completely, even if just for a short period of time. Having it done to him like that was nothing short of unnerving.