Algot tied his hair with a crude pin. He looked at his rough hands that had shown evidence of toil, and had become rough in time. He grasped a long broadsword that had been chipped away in certain places, and had been tied together with a barely functional knot. It was evident that this blade had been in exhaustive use.
He then looked up towards the top of the Jagged Everpeak Mountains. Wyverns screeched above, which a normal person wouldn't have been able to notice from this far down. However, due to his intense and powerful physique, he was able to notice that something amiss with these terrifying beasts.
"So that's how it is…" He muttered to himself. "It took him a while."
