A few moments later, both of them ordered two glass of beer, since each knows well enough that its going to be a long night of explaining. In the past, both Romsdal and his teammates with the help of Arynn had been hunting wyverns all across Europe, but the ones that became priority are the ones that murdered his family and destroys the covenant of druids, leaving the young Arynn with vengeance in his mind. Their quest that took them all across Europe had its own casualties as well, collaterals in the ongoing war between the dark ones and the wyverns. A scene played out in Arynn's mind as Romsdal was explaining the current situation to him, a scene of an event that he could never forget, it was the moment where he lost his innocence of the world and became a ruthless and bloodthirsty hunter of wyverns.<br/><br/>The scene that played out in his mind is that of him standing on a far off hill together with his fellow comrades overlooking a burning village. Arynn was there, clad in a chainmail armor with carvings of intricate markings from ancient celtic, while his comrades, the familiar Romsdal wearing the same armor and with them are six other figures, all wearing the same chainmail armor except for one who was aside from being clad with the chainmail is also draped with dark green cape over his shoulder, supposedly the brain of the operation.<br/><br/><strong>"so many innocent humans dead today just so that we could vanquished a few wyverns..."</strong>, said Norske, supposedly leader of the dark ones hunting group. A stout fellow with red hair, green eyes and pale features common to any dark ones and next to him are the other two dark ones, Romsdal looking slightly younger back then and finally Arynn, his face rugged and his hair longer than it would be in the future.<strong>"a thousand civilians including women and childrens, all killed in order to trap the wyverns..."</strong>, Romsdal continues as they both now looked at the stern Arynn looking over the burning village. His eyes suggested...nothing, there was no feeling of sadness, remorse or hatred, there was nothing.<br/><br/>Then he turned around and walks off to his steed nearby,<strong>"They are nothing more than collaterals, given time the world will understand how much of a blight the wyverns are and come to forgive our action here"</strong>, and he mounted upon his horse before pulling the saddle in the opposite direction and joined with the other wyvern hunters.<br/><br/>He still remembers those events as if it was etched deep into his mind of a reminder of what he once was, nothing more than the beasts he hunts down, he had once stoop so low as the very creature he vows to killed. However, the past haunts him still and had only now catches up to him in a form of his old friend and their discussion continues for the whole night before both parted ways for tonight and agrees to meet back at the usual place tomorrow for Arynn's further briefing of the entire situation.