Chapter 11. Navigator

CYRUS

Night has descended upon a small village close to Iridu, causing a cold tranquil to hover over the expanse. However, noise echoes from a tiny tavern, a testament to the tradition and lifestyle of the inhabitants of the area, a way of life that involves a lot of drinking as vineyards are prevalent in the region.

“I am what you wish you were.” A hoarse voice rips through the alcohol-ridden atmosphere, causing the quandary to intensify inside the wooden tavern as loud arguments swallow the space.

“Go away if you have no story to tell, old man!” Another voice rings out while loud curses and upheaves continue.

“I told you this was a bad idea,” Assar begins, readjusting his posture on the chair. As usual, he is lightly clothed in an unbuttoned jet-black short-sleeve shirt, which reveals his hairless, flat chest.

Having secured a round table at the center of the room, we are surrounded by the villagers who are clad in different fashions of cheap clothing