"Six and Seven," Blindman began, "we're currently in the middle of Natural Ravine, on Earthdragon Bridge. One of you head south to guard Woodendragon Bridge, and the other north to Firedragon Bridge. Decide amongst yourselves who will go where."
"Understood." The Sixth Centurion replied, "However, it's a rare opportunity to serve directly under the First Centurion. Allow us brothers to first toast to you."
The Seventh Centurion chimed in, "Yes, indeed."
Blindman sneered internally, deeming the pair unworthy of sharing a drink with him.
He was about to refuse when the sudden aroma of wine caught his attention.
"Bring it here." Blindman found himself involuntarily licking his lips.
With utmost respect, the Sixth Centurion handed over a wine flask, seemingly without any cups prepared.
Blindman snatched the flask and took a delicate sniff.
The wine carried the essence of sunlight, reminiscent of his hometown.
