The sky above the mountains appeared a clear blue, but a cold wind blew briskly, accompanying Alaric and Zanuba's steady steps. They walked down the rocky hill after crossing the silent valley. The road to Direwitch was getting closer, yet Zanuba's curiosity only grew after hearing the faint mentions of Angela, the mysterious beastman girl Alaric had referred to several times.
"So…" Zanuba broke the silence that had wrapped around their journey, her voice sounding a little hesitant. "Who exactly is Angela? You've mentioned her a few times, but I've never heard the full story about her."
Alaric, who seemed focused on the path ahead, flashed a mischievous smile and glanced briefly at Zanuba. "Ah, Angela. Well, she's an old friend. A very old one, actually."
