One of the leaders of the Dusk Faction, the Scholar, had a completely unprepared conversation with Murphy under such circumstances.
How should I put it?
This guy seems to be quite unorthodox.
But Murphy still gleaned some useful information from the other's brief tone. He glanced at Triss, while the Crimson Duke, who was extracting the Explorer's soul with a very evil spell, said without turning his head:
"The accent from the Charldo Harbor area, those unique rolled sounds are difficult for other races to mimic, and the wording is quite refined. Some words even I find outdated.
It's probably a Half-body Man.
Not from this era, maybe some old undead thing can't stand the loneliness.
Also, the Rune Stone in your hand has already been scrapped; the other side has done damages on it.
This thing is useless!
Destroy it immediately, or the other side can reverse search to determine your location."
"Have you pinpointed the other party's location?"
Murphy asked.
