The man leaned against a stone pillar with his arms folded, wearing white iron armor. His helmet was tucked under his arm, revealing a rugged, weary face.
His gaze was languid, like that of an outsider who had seen through the ways of the world.
Bernahl: "Tarnished... phew, none of my business. If you're looking for Messmer, head that way. Right over there..."
"Yeah, he's been in a pretty good mood lately. You can talk things out, so don't make him angry. It ends very badly."
The player did not leave, remaining where they stood.
Bernahl raised an eyebrow. "What, something else? Oh, want to learn a few things? No problem at all, hahaha."
The player opened Bernahl's Ash of War shop. Inside were incantations from the Fire Knights and the Black Knights: all kinds of fire incantations from the Fire Knights, the Black Knights' Aspects of the Crucible series, and all sorts of rare Ashes of War...
So generous!
The player took out every Rune they had, even crushing quite a few Runes on the spot, and bought a whole pile.
Once they had finished shopping, the player contentedly put away their backpack and headed in the direction Bernahl had indicated.
The path led downward, and the corridor grew narrower and darker. The flames on the walls changed from dark red to golden yellow, seemingly indicating that the temperature was rising.
They pushed open the heavy stone door. The room beyond was large, like a reception hall.
A dark red carpet covered the floor, and enormous tapestries hung on the walls. The patterns on them were actually chains and red moons.
A long table stood in the center of the room, with a teapot and teacups set upon it.
Two people stood beside the long table.
One was red