"That's…awful. How could she do that?" Brangara was immersed in Yennda's story, cursing by the end, "What the heck did that woman want, then?"
"I…don't know." Yennda shook his head, "I did whatever she wanted me to do, alright? But she was never satisfied. In the end, she dumped me. It wasn't just her though. Even my children were unwilling to see me."
"In those times, reading Sumatra Chronicles was my solace. It was the only time when I could feel any emotion other than depression." Yennda became silent towards the end, sighing after a minute of silence, "Well, I don't wish to talk about it further. I'm better off not thinking of it."
"What do you need in life? What are your goals?" Brangara asked as he stared at Yennda, only now having a better understanding of the Yellow Mystic Path as a person and not simply as an enemy he had to think about.
"Why do you fight?"
