nightfall
Thesun descended over the continent of Jugdral, and though he’d spent hours herealready, Belf felt as if he had barely scratched the surface of this land.Everything about it—its architecture, its people, even the flora and faunasomehow—seemed almost familiar to him, familiar yet much older; and yet thevery air was charged with magic unlike any he had ever felt back in Archanea. Never had the knight felt any whispers of the arcane; here, they reminded him of Princess Nyna and Sister Lena, two women touched by the gods, one to curse their name and the other to aid them in delivering salvation, and wondered if this storied land, then,was one where men could commune directly with them instead of throughritualized and sometimes blasphemed procedure. It could not be a common skill - the villagers he’d seen looked mundane enough - and common men did not enlist the aid of soldiers as foreign as him. So what did this one require of him, that only a foreigner could achieve?
Hiseye dropped to Leif’s back, watching as the other led him away to a location shrouded in night. Though he had a name and title, Leif had shared little else about himself or the task he’d summoned him here for. Nary an insect tittered from the surrounding bushes, and though he did not fear the silence by any means, Belf didn't relish the thought of wandering so far from civilization with foreign company in a foreign land.
“Pardonmy asking, Lord Leif,” he began, softly so as to not disturbthe quiet overmuch. “I know you required my aid for something important, but where andwhy are we headed exactly?”