"No, not this time," William knew how battle maniac Ibra could get when he was in front of such a big battle.
"I want to go!" like a child, Ibra shouted and even hit the ground with his glaive.
"I want you to do something else for me," William rolled his eyes, seemingly used to how his friend acted, "it's a very important task."
William then told Ibra about a job that would suit him. As he expected, Ibra didn't object and his interest piqued the moment he heard about this task.
"... And above anything, you need to keep yourself hidden all the time. You do know you won't get any help from us, so don't act unless you are absolutely sure."
"Got it," Ibra grinned, "but that doesn't mean after that I can do whatever I want, right?"
"No problem," William shrugged, "just make sure to do it right. You do know the consequences of failure."
"I won't fail," Ibra then turned around, going in a different direction than what William headed towards.
