"Joan, you are so humble. You are unequaled in your past life right?" Isaias said to him.
"Ah, yes," Joan said to him putting a thumbs up.
"Let's go, we don't have anything to do here," Isaias said to him.
It was then, just as they were about to prepare to leave, there was a Ranger that approached them. Clad in leather armor and robes to cover his body. A man in a hood has a scar on his face. He was in his thirties and was still brimming with energy.
"Excuse me, gentlemen. How rude of me to disturb you but I am a scout sent by Commander Tullius the Third. My name is not important as I was just a measly scout. If I am not mistaken, are you one of the adventurers who survived the nightmares?" He asked while bowing. Head bent down then look up at them.
Isaias was about to speak but Joan gestured at him to speak for himself.
"Are you perhaps from the kingdom's army?" Joan asked. Letting him stand straight.
