Prophesy of Death

The gathering suddenly grew eerily quiet. Every single one of them patiently awaited Northern's response. He suddenly felt an invisible pressure drop on him; if he wasn't going to answer the question before, the gaze of everyone on him suddenly became too overbearing.

Northern shrugged with an air of indifference.

"Just get tossed into a continent crawling with monsters."

He said, his tone dry and detached.

The lady's eyes widened, and in a sudden burst of energy, she rushed toward him. She moved with such swiftness, it was as if the small flame at the center of their group didn't even notice her passing.

"Oh my days! You are one of its survivors!"

She crouched in front of Northern, holding his hands with her eyes widened as she exclaimed, her words tumbling over each other in her excitement.

"That explains so much! Oh my days, yes, of course—it all makes sense now!"