Private Talk

Separating from everyone present, Astaroth followed Aberon and Kloud back to the latter's tent at the edge of the cave. Once they entered the tent, Astaroth sat down on a stool Kloud had carved out of roots.

Watching the two elders sit down, Astaroth clasped his hands together, interlacing his fingers.

"The truth is, even after leaving here, you will be safe from any further attacks from corrupted monsters. Nemus has agreed to veil the place from them, so they won't be able to come in at all. But I wanted to discuss another matter altogether."

Aberon's tired traits showed annoyance.

"Speak up, Astaroth. No one is getting younger here."

Kloud nodded in agreement.

"Yes, yes, I know. Nemus gave me something precious, and with this, I intend to help a certain someone. I was hoping that those who stayed do so, as well."

Kloud raised an eyebrow, curious, as Aberon frowned.

"What did she give you?" the old mage asked.