"Count, I promised my old friend I'd take good care of Sebas. I'm still a man, so I have to keep my word. Now that Sebas is missing, I know this damned fog is strange, and none of you are obligated to help me, but I want to leave alone and go take a look at the place we saw yesterday. Even if I lose my life because of it, at least I'll be able to give my old friend an explanation."
Naxin furrowed his brow tightly, clearly having prepared this speech long ago. The moment he saw Brando, he immediately said it all. He carried a bow on his back and wore a smuggler's outfit, with a headscarf wrapped around his head, deerskin boots on his feet, and a dark short sword hanging from his waist.
"What place?" Brando asked.
"Sebas said he saw a forest in the fog. When I was young, I heard legends about those nameless Ghosts, so I told him not to meddle. Besides, how could there be a forest in that fog? I remember the place. If I go there alone, I can reach it in less than half a day."
"Did he go in?"
"No. Sebas disappeared at night, around *o'clock. He tossed and turned, unable to sleep, and kept talking to me about that forest. He complained that I hadn't told you about it, saying that with a landmark, we might not have to keep circling around in this fog. But he was still young and inexperienced. He had no idea that some things couldn't be said carelessly. I scolded him and told him to stop overthinking things and go to sleep. He didn't answer me. When I turned around, there wasn't even a trace of him left in the tent."
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