The Spirit Blacksmith

 "I don't know why you freed him, but we have to tell you something. My master…he's not really one to speak," Highlord Demitrian warned the adventurers.

"The Wind Prince right? We know," Azure Sea Breeze dismissed the warning with a wave of his weapon in his hand, "Actually we're not really into talking much either."

"Good, good. If you're really able to defeat him, maybe I can gain freedom too. This cursed land is too barren. I just wanted to enslave a more powerful elemental lifeform. I never thought I'd have chosen the legendary wind prince. Even if he's already heavily weakened now, I still wouldn't be able to deal with him," Highlord Demitrian lamented with sad tears.

"Mate, I think you can help alongside us," Azure Sea Breeze invited.

"My magic's only strong enough to let him out, the rest will be up to you, you've got so many people…" the warlock replied, sounding willing but unable to help.