A man who smelt familiar stood beside Nostradamus, and appeared to be making rather unusual preparations.
—Count Radcliffe, Lord of Moldavia, dragon slayer.
That was the man who stood in front of her.
The Great Nun who had her eyes covered nodded slightly. It was worth noting that Roland had gone to his domain and met him recently, and it seems that her 'brother' lived rather well and wasn't simply staying out in the wild and losing his way in dark forests.
But what was he doing? Saya was a little nonplussed as she 'watched' Joshua.
In the corner of her mind's eye, the warrior was raising his right index finger, gathering a thin flash of combat aura. Its illumination was so weak it could have been blown away by the wind.
And it did die out in almost no time at all.
