In a remote hut on the border of the dead lands, two men were talking.
One tall and thin, the other fat and short.
"We should just go... he's dead." Heidu said, anxiously walking back and forth. "We already have all the information we want."
"No." Yedu shook his head.
"The agreement was that we would wait here for a month before confirming any deaths to the alliance.
Didn't you say yourself that he defeated the young demon cult lord? You said you didn't see him killed."
"No, but... fuck!" The fattie collapsed into a chair, grabbing a bottle of liquor and gulping it down in greedy gulps.
Yedu watched him with a strange look on his face.
Heidu was acting odd, too anxious, refusing to answer basic questions.
It raised suspicions, but Yedu just sighed in the end.
He didn't have the mind to force the issue.
"You know I'm anxious too, you know what happened to my family, I want to go back as much as you do, but-"
