"Ranthor." Ounz walked out of the marquee and stood beside the young boy.
"Do you think you can do it?" As Ounz said this with a calm demeanor, the wind of the forest brushed against both people.
Ranthor took a deep breath, "Of course I can. I have to, right?" He asked with a smirk.
Ounz smiled at him with a genuine expression, "Yes."
The very next day, Ranthor stood inside a marquee with a bunch of people sitting around a large table.
On this table was carved out a map of the underground realm. There were many pieces indicating where different threats were.
Ranthor saw the people around the table were Ounz and Rastran to his left.
To his right was a man in his late thirties clad in iron armor. He was the new chief of the City Guard, Lord Kaen.
Also sat at that table was Hogolsworth's greatest magus and Cheif of regulations. He was around the same age as Lord Kaen, going by the name of Misral.
