Wrik moved to the room where Dairyl was staying, the room where she taught him. But today he was not here for the lesson. It was the day of their first operation.
Arming with all the equipment he found useful, Wrik stretched a little extra on his walk. The new armour was not any bit better than the old one, but he had to work with it as the old one was unusable after his battle with Arjamith.
"Is it finished?" Wrik asked Dairyl, entering the chamber.
The gentle maiden nodded. She stood up and gave him a couple of papers inscribed with a runic pattern. "I don't know if your plan will work though."
Wrik gives the runes a second look before keeping it inside his cloak with the maha contract he bought from Sitara. He said truthfully. "There is a good chance of success, but even if it does not, it's not like we will lose."
"Well, let's go then. I think they are all waiting." Saying that, Dairyl moved ahead of him.
"Are you going as well?"