At the guild, Orilair was alone in Melion's quarters. She looked at the man who everyone put their trust in until her brother took over the city and they had a clash of ideals.
"So, not only does he let you do his errands for him and send's you to the underground auction, he lets you talk to his enemy."
Melion said with a smile.
"If you were enemies, Melion, we both know that he would have by now fought you using any means necessary. A fight that you would lose since, just like me, we care too much for the people of this place we grew up in."
Orilair said, making him sigh.
"So, what brings you here?"
He asked even though he knew why.
"It is about a boy that has unfortunately made his way to our town."
She said with a smile.
Nolamine moved to the left as he avoided Dumpie's first strict. The axe whistled past him, hitting the ground with so much force that it broke the floor stone apart and created a small creator and the whole place shook a little bit.
