"The air here smells funny." Balak commented as he took in a deep breath.
"You've just gotten too used to breathing in the salty air of sea, idiot." His brother, Barak, chided and nudged him in the side.
Behind the two brothers, Lance and Nasir alighted from the ship that had carried them all the way to the Central Continent. The ship had docked in a private, hidden port that belonged to one of Ashtar's men on the continent. Right now, the man was waiting for them a few steps away.
"Young masters. Welcome to the Central Continent." The bald man bowed slightly with a smile on his face. His name was Garn, and he was a C rank mage. His strength was not a big deal, but he boasted a large number of connections on the Central Continent. That was one of the things that made Lance's father value the man so much.
Lance only nodded at the middle aged man, but did not speak. Instead, Nasir stepped forward and took control of the situation.
