"Lumiel, you are so humble. You are unequaled in your past life, right?" Isaias said to him.
"Ah, yes," Lumiel said to him, putting a thumbs up.
"Let's go; we don't have anything to do here," Isaias said to him.
It was then, just as they were about to prepare to leave, that a Ranger approached them. Clad in leather armor and robes, a man in a hood had a scar on his face. He was in his thirties and still brimming with energy.
"Excuse me, gentlemen. How rude of me to disturb you, but I am a scout sent by Commander Tullius the Third. My name is not important; I am just a measly scout. If I am not mistaken, are you one of the adventurers who survived the nightmares?" he asked, bowing, head bent down, then looking up at them.
Isaias was about to speak, but Lumiel gestured for him to speak for himself.
"Are you perhaps from the kingdom's army?" Lumiel asked, letting him stand straight.
