He shook his head, taking the situation as a learning opportunity. Even if the fight and meeting with the cleaver still sent shudders through his spine, he survived. And now, he would judge someone's intentions with utmost care before trusting him.
"At least I got what I came for."
He sighed, tossing the glinting fist-sized brown core into the air before catching and clutching it while gritting his teeth.
"Forget about Selene's mission for now. A tier-five Dreg'nar overwhelmed me."
A worried mutter escaped his lips.
He would die without knowing how if he barged into the werewolf's territory to save the dwarves. Despite his plan to equip himself, he didn't believe he would have a chance against them.
"I need to repair my puppet, too..."
He pulled his coat to gaze down, only to see cracks running along the wood. Even his right cheek threatened to crumble after the collision.
