First Hostile Encounter (2)

Despite the calm, everyone knew they were heading toward a far more hazardous environment, and the sense of pressure was palpable.

Amidst the hum of the guild convoy, a conversation emerged between two young guild members.

Their voices were hushed, rising above the drone of the engine, their words carrying the weight of the anticipation and tension they were feeling.

The younger of the two, a fresh-faced recruit with bright, anxious eyes, turned to his more experienced companion. "Hey," he began, his voice unsteady, "what's the strongest Thaid you've ever taken down?"

The older youth paused, his gaze fixating on the road ahead. His voice, when he spoke, was measured, betraying an undercurrent of apprehension. "Fereles."

The younger man's eyes widened, his apprehension mirrored in the older youth's eyes. "Fereles? I've heard they're brutal. Very aggressive with the ability to conjure fireballs. That sounds... intense."