As boats arrive to the port town of New Eywilis, workers started to unload and load cargo.
Stepping off of the boat, a hooded man catches the eye of everyone he passes. This man was none other than Heitr disguising himself with both arcana and essentia Numa.
"First order of business is securing a hideout." He said, walking through the bustling town.
Arriving at a shady tavern, Heitr notices he's being watched. After deciding to deal with the mysterious person later, he walks into the tavern—only to be met with hostility.
"Who's this punk?" One big bald man said.
"Judging from his looks, he seems to be a low tier nobleman..." Another voice sneered.
"Oh? A nobleman? That means he must have money." One man chuckled.
Annoyed but unphased, Heitr walked up to the tavern owner to get a room.
"It's gonna cost ya' seven copper riles for two days and nights." The tavern owner said.
"All I have is Imperial gold," Heitr replied, holding out the gold. "How many days would this get me?"
Shocked by the sight of gold, the tavern owner couldn't even reply.
One of the men who was hounding Heitr stood up. "Hey," he started, "hand over your gold and leave." He finished, putting his hand on Heitr's shoulder.
Looking at the hand on his shoulder, Heitr's rage boiled over. "You fucks..." He started, grabbing the man's hand, "I gave you all plenty of chances. From releasing your killing intent, to saying stupid shit." He said, releasing a small bit of his killing intent.
"Enough." A voice rang out.
Looking back at the person, Heitr realizes who it is. "Drahkt?" He whispered, almost as if he hoped he was wrong.
Another man spoke up. "Sir Drahkt, this bastard was walking around wi—"
"Silence." Drahkt said. "Don't you know how to tell you're outclassed?"
Letting the man go, Heitr turned around to look at the man known as Drahkt. "It really is you, Drahkt." He said, looking both shocked and happy to see someone from his past.
"You...you look like an old friend of mine."
About 20 years ago, Drahkt and Heitr fought together on the battlefield in the war against the "cult of destruction". They were an unbeatable pair—so unbeatable that the cult members had a flee on sight order. Back to back, they fought valiantly—vanquishing every foe they came across. Until, they met a threat they both couldn't handle...
Battered and bleeding, Drahkt picks his sword up—his breathing heavy.
"Hah!" Drahkt shouted out as he ran forward.
Clang!
Clang! Clang!
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Looking up, Heitr sees the battle unfolding ahead of him. Although his breathing was unstable, his will to battle was sharp and unyielding.
"Drahkt is fighting and yet—I'm here looking like a loser..." He said, looking at his hands. Looking back up at the battle, his resolve steeled. He grabbed his sword and rushed forward.
Seeing his friend join the battle, Drahkt smiled slightly. "Let's finish this." He said, the aura of his Numa expanding.
Nodding, Heitr readied his sword. They both rushed forward and slashed the demonic being in front of them.
"We...huff...we did it." Drahkt said.
"Yeah." Heitr replied.
They both fell down on their backs, not noticing the corrupted Numa flowing around them.
"That was a fun warm-up." A thick, slimy, gross voice said.
Shocked by the voice, both Heitr and and Drahkt sat up.
Back in the present, Drahkt realized that Heitr was standing right in front of him. "Let's go somewhere private." He said, walking up the stairs.
Following him, Heitr racked his brain. Why is Drahkt here? How did he get here? How is he alive?
Stepping into a room, Drahkt sets up a soundproof barrier. "So, why are you here, Heitr?" He asked, taking a seat on the bed.
Releasing his Numa disguise, Heitr stared at his friend for what felt like hours before speaking. "I'm here to follow up on a lead from the past."
Looking unimpressed, Drahkt warns him. "Listen, we were comrades so I care enough to tell you this—go home and stop looking." After warning Heitr, he left.
Shocked at what was said, Heitr realizes something has changed about his friend. Something more...dark.