Dark hair and dark eyes. They were traits that definitely didn't befit a saintess. At least, that was what Neraxis thought, anyway.
But she seemed to be accepted by everyone around her, with only a minority giving her the side-eye.
Even so, Neraxis slowly approached her. Just as she put down the two chalices and turned around, their eyes met.
"Hey, long time no see," Neraxis remarked with a smirk. "You're doing pretty well, I'd say. Definitely an improvement from last time."
He fully expected her not to remember him. However...
"It's you?" Jane muttered, tilting her head. "It's been a few years since then. I thought you were dead."
"Not exactly," Neraxis said. "I don't die that easily. I've come here to help you with something. You wanted help in an expedition, from what I saw in the quest, right?"
She flinched. "The expedition... right..."
Neraxis raised a brow. "Is something wrong?"
