It was the tall, dark-haired man from their group, probably in his late twenties.
His armor was scratched, his face bore signs of fatigue, but his eyes — his eyes held quiet desperation.
Rem turned his head slightly. "You're awake."
The adventurer hesitated, then nodded.
"I couldn't sleep," he admitted. "Too much on my mind."
Rem didn't respond, waiting. He could tell the man wasn't just here for small talk.
The adventurer shifted on his feet before finally speaking. "Are you headed to Sorin City?"
Rem narrowed his eyes slightly.
Sorin City.
That was their next destination — the nearest city, a place that promised safety, supplies, and some form of civilization after days in this cursed forest.
He didn't need to answer. The adventurer already knew.
Still, Rem nodded. "I am."
And just like that —
The man bowed.
Not just a simple nod of respect.