Savior
"Well, it really depends on what your quest entails.
If you're asking me to go slay a dragon with a sword, I'm nowhere near ready for that," Howard said, spreading his hands and shrugging as he got up from his chair and walked into the tavern.
"Come in. There aren't many patrons right now, plenty of seats are free. You wouldn't want to just stand outside, would you?"
Nula followed Howard's steps, exchanging glances with Antalya.
She had been keeping an eye on Howard's movements, and although initially curious why she appeared in such a modest place, after seeing her performance with Lorinda, Antalya understood.
Here was another person ruined by hatred.
Their gazes diverged, and Nula saw Vivia standing by a wooden table, offering a slight smile.
"You must be Nula," Vivia's voice carried a hint of chill.
"He told you?" Nula's face briefly registered surprise as she looked toward Howard, who was leading the way.