"You really are something, kid," said Saul. Looking up at the blue dust scattered mid-air and slowly dispersing. He then shook his head, as if the decision he made was all but for nothing. "I should try listening to the young ones." He added and left as he saw that the mana stone was completely gone.
"Just a game, old man, just a game," Ned said as he wiped his cheek. A stain of blood smudged down his pale skin.
"Such a waste," Don said, approaching Ned with his bow slung behind his back. "Thanks for saving me back then. As for the... What happened back then, you know... "
"I don't mind at all."
"Well, never really knew you, and never knew you would break the prize. So, I stick with the one who offered me silver. Silly me, but, I really need the silver," Don said, and between his words, Ned could feel a strong desire, an apology perhaps. He just couldn't say it.
Don leaves the same path as to where the old man went, at the edge of the arena.
