350 CCCL. Any Suspects? (2/2)
”How do you mind, boy?! What reason would my men have to help our enemies organize against us! That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard!” Sander exclaimed, in an angry tone, looking at Reidar out of the corner of his eye.
”It's not necessarily Skjegg's, it could be in each of the cities of our Clans. Clearly, even if we knew who did it, we would not be able to easily understand how and why of his gesture. Helping enemies at the expense of their allies is a cowardly act, testifying to the lack of honor. But we can't pretend it never happened, so sooner or later we'll find the culprit” Dag continued, leading his interlocutors to reflect.
”Of course we will find him! And he will be punished properly! Its stupidity has caused so many innocent victims! Citizens of Runar who had not committed any harm! The spy must also know the power of your weapon very well, which means that he has seen you fighting at least once. After discovering what is possible to do with your axe, he thought about telling our enemies, perhaps receiving something in return” Sander said, touching his beard and trying to reflect on the chronological details.
”There are too many variables. Identifying the culprit by sitting on this boat will be impossible. For now, we should only keep in mind our goal, namely revenge against the Giants Of Ymir and the exploration of Krypstorm. When we return home, we will continue the investigation” Egill said, trying to put an end to those endless doubts, finding a meeting point from which to start.
Sander looked at him with a smile and put his hand on his shoulder, drawing his attention: ”You would never have said such a thing as a young man! Hahahaha! You've really become a wise, bearded old man, haven't you? The Egill who fought alongside me would be willing to travel the world to find the culprit and punish him with his own hands! Hahaha!”
”Yes, maybe you're right, Sander... I'll tell you the truth, my character changed a lot after I met Magni, the Master Of Offense that preceded Dag. His way of seeing things opened my eyes, making me realize that sometimes the true meaning of things lurks beneath the surface and acting on impulse only moves us away from the truth” Egill smiled, proudly recalling his former colleague.
Sander nodded, appreciating that pill of wisdom and continuing to look at the sea, hoping to see something in the distance.
The talk continued throughout the afternoon, interspersed with moments of silence and boredom aboard the Iron Emerald.
Freydis and the others awoke, and Karl continued to practice the healing spell taught to him by Egill, holding a small dead shrub in his hands and attempting to resuscitate him.
While Gridd and Freydis were busy talking about 'private' issues of a sentimental nature, discussing the attraction between Reidar and the Sons Of Freya's Master Of Offense, Dag once again approached his wolf, to check his condition.
Thalos seemed to have become accustomed to the boat's slight movements and sea air, so he pulled a piece of dried meat out of his bag and fed his friend, pouring some drinking water into a bowl, treating him like a real domestic dog.
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