Finishing the work

The wind became faster, the clouds were dark. I think it is going to rain, the three of them were standing and looking straight at me. I created a two-handed sword from zistrael. I answered their stares with one of my own. A fat person that looked like he never fought in his whole life long. A daughter of the general that seemed too frail to even fight properly no matter how much experience she earned. And the last person I am in front of, the slave of the pharmacist I had the chance to meet. Quite a weird individual, but who would expect that he'd have a spy in his household, adding to that, he is a slave. I wonder how it worked out for him.