Sora nodded gently, respecting the man's choice to live in seclusion from the world. He understood, in a way, the need to get away, even if he'd never had the opportunity to live like this. The soup warmed gently, and the comforting aroma filled the hut, making the atmosphere warmer despite the cold outside.
The old man looked at Sora for a few moments, then finally broke the silence. “And so, what's a mercenary doing in this remote part of the mountain?”
Surprised by this question, Sora hesitated for a few moments before answering. He wasn't sure whether it was a good idea to reveal information about his mission, so he preferred to give an evasive answer. “As I told you, if I'm here, it's for a mission.”