"The Ice Raven Sect? Brother Iwan, I would gladly accompany you on this suicide mission."
Barbero smacked his chest and was ready to give his all on this journey where the destination was an obvious death.
"Suicide mission? You are right about that, Barber."
"Brother Iwan, it's Barbero, not Barb-"
"First, tell me about the things that had happened in the last eight months, Barber."
Iwan was so eager to learn the happenings of the last eight months that he had reduced Barbero to a martial artist who cuts hair for a bronze coin.
"Okay, Brother Iwan."
Barbero gave up and started talking about the things that had transpired in the months Iwan had missed because he was in Olympus.
"Exactly seven months and twenty-nine days ago, the Crimson Raven and the Elders had returned with a normal-looking truck."
