"I will stay here for the time being," Heela says while seeing off the hooded figures.
They stand on the side of the stone stairs leading to the entrance of the wind rider.
A large indent on the ground lined with mana crystals and mana stones is filled by an even larger wind rider.
"Are you sure"? the black-cloaked figure asks, his voice gravely and old.
He sounds as if he hasn't spoken in many years.
"I'm always sure," Heela says with a smile.
"I'm glad... I have an ominous feeling" he says slowly.
"We wiped them all out quickly, not a single one is left," Heela says, seemingly consoling the hooded figure.
"I know... maybe it is just my habits from the olden times".
"Take care of yourself, and give your mother my greetings".
He turns his head and goes up the stone stairs of the dock.
Heela jumps on her skile and trots away towards Pookie and Utaum in the distance.
