Elaien stood scratching his chin pensively while he studied the ancient map before him, which covered the wall from side to side.
-Is it ready? – His voice suddenly asked aloud as he simultaneously reached for the metallic mask that rested on the table next to him and promptly covered his jaw.
-It is, Sir – A boy dressed in a gray robe meekly responded, cautiously pacing towards him and presenting him with a neatly sharpened spear, then bowing to him.
- Thank you, Serghal – Elaien distractedly mumbled, taking the weapon out of his hands, and thoroughly inspecting it – You may go and rest now.
-S… Sir – The servant nervously stammered, disregarding the warrior’s suggestion – Are you sure that rushing down there is the right thing to do? What if this is just a ruse?
-Then he'd pay a hi
