Murphy had no idea that his champion, the giant shark, had set out to vanquish demons, only to nearly get eaten alive by one. Even if he had known, he probably would've dismissed it as some outrageous player antics to enjoy over a meal, then told the hellish joke to Triss. His own vampire witch would've laughed herself silly.
The elven woman who kept the giant shark was no ordinary person. She might be no more than a tavern landlady now, but in her youth, she'd been a prominent figure among the shadow elves.
When Salif Shadowblade had gone to Raven for treatment, he'd called the landlady an "old friend." If she could be friends with a lunatic like Shadowblade, it was clear the young giant shark had truly blundered into the clutches of a deep-sea monster.
With his meager virgin experience, going up against a "witch" like her in his first real encounter was definitely playing above his level.
It was like sending the giant shark to challenge a thirsty mother dragon armed with nothing but a little toothpick.
He was practically going to his death!
But Murphy had no time to appreciate the fatal pit the giant shark had dug for himself. He was discussing something more "important" with old Edward.
Ever since the "Wolfsbane Incident" in the misty city of Greeny Island, old Edward had remained aboard the Chaser, receiving treatment for his injuries. But the weapon that had stabbed him had been "modified" by Dusk. Its insidious power, which had struck directly at the genetic level, had ruined old Edward's famed healing and endurance.
His weakness was plain to see.
Of course, that didn't mean Edward had become a weakling. He could still fight, but not for long. Otherwise, his symptoms of genetic collapse would worsen