Before the banter could continue into another round of Zack vs. Osgar nonsense, Arlon stepped in.
"Sir," he said, his tone shifting to something more serious, "we were sent by Lord Zephyrion."
At the mention of Zephyrion's name, Osgar's expression immediately changed. His playful arrogance faded, replaced with mild intrigue.
"Ah! I see." The Dwarf stroked his soot-covered beard, nodding. "I was told some saviors would come looking for me. That must be you lot, then."
He glanced over the group before crossing his arms. "So? Do you need anything from me?"
Arlon shook his head. "No. We're only here to inform you that we'll be fighting Keldars in the area."
The words wiped away any remaining amusement on Osgar's face.
Arlon didn't pause.
He continued, explaining the full scope of their mission.
The battles wouldn't just be small skirmishes—the players were preparing to fight Demons, and if their plan failed, Esia would be the first town to suffer the consequences.
