Astarto Town, within a neatly decorated office.
"Do you think he'll come?" As this question left her mouth, Alfaera looked at Tristan with slight uncertainty. "After all, the last time we asked him to come to help defend against a monster tide, he ignored it."
"More like the messages we sent him around that time weren't received," replied Tristan back, letting out a slight sigh after that. "Fortunately, we found out later on that the Blacksmith Guild had given him a special mission around that time."
"Then again, if I were to find out that he…" Just as the man arrived at this train of thought, Tristan stopped himself for a bit before deciding not to continue it any further.
Shaking his head, he then gave Alfaera a reassuring smile, though he was unsure whether the target of that reassurance was really her.
