"Right, how should I introduce this one?"
"Malin Gaiate, from Carterburg." With his arms crossed and supporting his gun, Malin answered with a smile.
"Gaiate, from Carterburg, what's your relationship with that damn Demon Hunter?" A middle-aged man seemed to realize that the atmosphere was somewhat amiss as he said this and pointed to his left ribs with a wry smile: "A few years ago, we bumped into each other in a bar in Pitzport, fought without knowing each other's identities, and he broke seven of my ribs. If I hadn't spoken a word of Faroese Northern dialect, I would have nearly died."
"You're the lowlander that dad talked about." Malin indeed had heard this story when his father and Maya were boasting, but considering the added fluff in his father's tales and taking into account the middle-aged man's feelings, Malin added with a laugh: "He said you're a reliable guy, and after you were healed, you fought your way with him to the Central District and lit the signal fire."
