This fellow was suspicious.
He was never part of an academy, and he had never been part of a Fighter Guild.
Yet, their Sorcerer said that he helped him against the Forest Muncher.
These things were not easy to deal with.
They were big and fast.
Some random guy from some random Cradle couldn't do that.
One of the Fighters looked at the other and sent him a meaningful look.
"We have an outpost in Hillscape, but if you want to join, you have to travel to Starkhold, which is about 100 kilometers to Hillscape's east," he said.
"A hundred fucking kilometers," Kyle said with a sigh before looking at the horizon.
It was already evening, and he wanted to go to sleep soon.
'Now, I have to travel another hundred kilometers. That's like… I dunno… somewhere between 50 and 90 miles or something.'
'I don't wanna run for another three hours.'
"Thanks," Kyle said after a bit. "Guess I got some more walking to do."
