"I thought you only had powerful undead servants. I never knew you yourself were this strong."
Fidelia's voice carried a mixture of disbelief and faint irritation as they stepped out of the Rusty Barrel.
The wooden doors creaked behind them, sealing away the boisterous noise of drunken awakeners and clanking mugs.
"Oh?" Thoren replied with a light, almost teasing smile. "And how exactly did you come to that conclusion?"
They walked side by side through the stone-paved street, the lanterns above casting long shadows that stretched and twisted across the ground.
Even at this hour, the town remained lively, yet a strange tension followed in Thoren's wake.
Conversations dulled wherever he passed, and footsteps unconsciously slowed.
"Do you honestly think a weak awakener could drink Ghost Scream in one go and live to tell the tale?" Fidelia shot him a sideways glance and rolled her eyes.
