"I hope, we will see each other again in this ruin,' said Iarys as I walked toward the bronze doors.
"So, you can loot me?" I asked before a carton of mead bottles appeared in my hand.
It might not seem like it; I had been here for a week; the nineteenth batch of mead had been matured.
"The mead, I promised," I said to him.
"Well, you sure are generous," he replied taking the carton from my hand.
I didn't say anything and kept walking. I could see many eyes on me. Though more eyes on Ana; they will be going after her; that mark could be stolen within an hour.
"Goodbye," said Iarys and I moved to leave.
Hun!
I was about to step in when a telepathic message flashed in my head.
Step!
I nearly stopped before walking into the gate. Everything turned dark before I appeared in the canopy of the trees.
