Upon hearing Soldrin's words, Gawain's first reaction was one of shock: "Were you cut by an evil cult? You crossed the Typhon border once, weren't noticed by the Typhon army, yet got cut by cultists?"
"A lot happened..." Soldrin sighed lightly, "Even after traveling the continent for seven hundred years, unexpected things still happen..."
"Sit down first, have a drink and rest," Gawain gestured for Soldrin to sit down and rest, while frowning at the dark red bloodstains already dried on the other's clothes—a powerful High-Ranked Ranger Sir somehow acquired the usual black cloak and dark brown jacket often worn by adventurers, without any signs of damage on them, but the blood seepage and dry marks indicated that the wounds had not healed for a long time. "Amber, go get Pittman—ask him to bring the ointment for treating toxins. Don't jump out the window..."
