Ayjen's sturdy, dissatisfied gaze trembled. It crumbled into a mushy stare stuck to the bartop.
"That… Thank you, Bil… I think I needed to hear that."
"Don't worry. It's on the house."
Clink…
Bil tapped his bottle against Ayjen's before finishing it off in a few gulps. "What do you think, Kriff? Which elder should Ayjen go begging to?"
Kriff lightly laughed with a glance at his long-time friend. "I think you're right about the purpose. Without one, it's hard to not get lost in my veita journey. That's the main reason I'm proud to be your personal disciple, Master Bil.
"And I think Ayjen needs to decide where his purpose lies, aside from simply being a strong mercenary in the future. If that's the case…"
A moment passed as Kriff closed his eyes in thought.