Alan's brows furrowed.
Orb of Light? Sounded important.
Sounded like something magical but is it really the truth? I mean, they are people who still hunt and live in huts in the wilderness, growing crops and not caring about the dead.
Then again, death is the ultimate truth of mortal life so, why should they be stuck at dead of others, they simply don't have time to feel remorse.
But what exactly is this sorcerer?
Just because they could throw fire and summon water, they were held as a god, so, what makes that person a sorcerer?
He glanced at Amphitrite, but she was already stepping forward, curiosity sharpening her voice.
"Where is this sorcerer now?" she asked. "Where did he take the orb?"
She was excited to talk to other people, and do some adventurers.
The old man lowered his gaze, as if the name alone carried weight.
