I Became a Ruined Character in a Dark Fantasy

"Yes, Agent of the Saint. After the Wall fell, I stopped by the capital to assess the situation. It was then that I heard you were safe and that you might be somewhere in the South."

Fael smiled. "So I never imagined I would meet you on the opposite side of the continent."

"Well, I suppose that makes us even, then." Ian chuckled softly and gestured toward the table before walking over.

As Fael readily followed, Ian said, "Care for a drink?"

"Yes, please," Fael replied, taking an empty seat next to Lucifer.

Bor naturally stood behind him, and Shahin scurried over with a pewter bottle to fill the empty cup.

When Ian sat down beside Thesaya, Fael began, "There is so much I wanted to ask you, but now that we’re here, I don’t know where to begin."

"Then I’ll ask first. Do you no longer travel to the North?" asked Ian.

"Yes. After the last Corrosion, I entrusted the region to the Windmill Trading Company. They were already acquainted with the barbarians, so they were the right fit."

"Joyce?" Ian asked, accepting the bottle from Shahin.

Fael beamed. "Yes. You remember!"

"I met his former guard when we crossed paths with the Lighthouse Trading Company."