Basic Crafter Upgrade
Kharon marched up to Rivyn, his footsteps deliberately calculative. Rivyn watched him with a stoic expression, unsure of what would happen. Obviously, Rivyn had the higher strength; one could easily tell from how much earlier he defeated the first floor compared to Kharon, who clearly seemed to have needed help to survive the Twigs. What was the point, then? Rivyn went over so many, but all those reasons really didn't really seem to fit. He had never seen Kharon in his life, either in hostile or familiar notes.
Kharon finally stopped before him, an almost inscrutable curve to his lips spreading across his blue skin. The shadows cast by his fluid curl-shape horns stretched long across his face as his gold eyes sparkled within the dimness. Time seemed to stretch in that one moment, the two simply standing in silence that compacted and grew thick with unspoken words. Rivyn nodded, his smile a polite echo tinged with wariness.