Not wanting to risk offending the brutal blade-wielder, Ren met his hand and shook it, experiencing the tight grip he feared as his hand felt as if it were surrounded by stone.
"Urr, I'm Ren."
"I owe you one, Ren."
"How did you get stuck in there in the first place?"
The question was gnawing away at the back of Ren's mind, leaving him no choice but to ask the man, who stood roughly a head above him.
"Let's just say that horned-fucker doesn't only get thrills from butchering and eating people."
"...He stuffed you into the cell?"
Goldheve nodded in response to Ren's question, which was mostly coated in doubt as he thought he misunderstood the sharp-edged adventurer.
"You look a bit young to be entering this place? Even growing hair down there yet?"
"First off yes I am, not that it is any of your business. And so what? It's not like there is an age limit for entering the trial."
