She looked at Felix, "He's right; we have to move fast. I don't know what you've experienced in the past…but I wouldn't be an adventurer if my experiences led me to abandon my comrades."
Felix' eyes widened a bit as her words made him silent. The priest sluggishly rested his hammer on his shoulder as he looked up at Akanni.
I've seen it too many times to count now. It doesn't matter if its lowly, bottom of the barrel goblins, orcs, or lacyrie–adventurers somehow always get taken off-guard by them, and everything crumbles. But, even if it happens again…this is a good excuse to kill some orcs, Felix thought.
"Sorry," Felix apologized, "I just let my fear get the better of me."
Though his apology came to her, it was more meant for Akanni, who didn't respond as he simply turned his back once more with his jet-black locks brushing against the deathly winds of the lacyrie-infested mountain.
