Chapter 42: It’s Called Humanity

“So, you finally decided to be a merchant like your old man, huh, Katerina?” A hand clasped her shoulder tightly and suddenly Elanor could breathe again as she looked up into the eyes of a man who’s name still escaped her.

The man Azzoth had almost killed the night of the Harvest Festival, the one she had saved.

“Yeah, I made some friends, and they offered a spot. Wanted to branch out from dad, have a bit more freedom, you know?” she managed to get out, throat tight as her heart pounded away.

“Haha!”

“I’ll drink to that!”

“I remember back then, couldn’t strike it on my own fast enough!”

“We need to catch up, come on, we should celebrate too! A round on me tonight boys!” The cheers at the inn and the jovial mood was enough to bring back some of her ability to function.

That had been too close, she had almost ruined the entire mission if he hadn’t saved her just now.