Half-Moon Lake lay along the border region of Thunderwood Forest. On the bank of a small river, Gareth stood alone, watching the slow flow of water in the creek.
"Lord Gareth, you've certainly got a taste for the finer things."
Orion emerged at a leisurely pace from the forest depths, catching Gareth's attention. She focused on him carefully; some time ago, this giant's presence had suddenly vanished from the black forest, and she'd had no idea where he went.
"You're punctual—and pretty respectful, too," Gareth remarked.
Orion just smiled without saying anything. Respect goes both ways; if you give someone respect, they tend to treat you the same.
"I lost my fight," Gareth said plainly, skipping any small talk.
"Is Lokiviria really that strong?"
The smile faded from Orion's face, replaced by a more serious look. He was eager to learn whatever he could about Lokiviria.
"Yes, he's powerful. Probably mid-Legendary in strength."