Under Vysag's steady leadership, the party made their return to the very heart of Tadu, driven by their quest to locate the elusive Rhanda warriors.

  With an air of quiet determination, Vysag posed the pivotal question to the young boy they had encountered earlier, "Where might the Rhanda warriors have gone?"

  The boy, his thoughts clouded, responded hesitantly, "They were here, but I cannot say where they vanished to."

  Grateful for even this small fragment of information, Vysag pressed two copper coins into the child’s hand, a gesture of kindness and thanks. Turning to his companions, he remarked with a faint smile, "It seems our Rhanda companions have indulged in a game of hide-and-seek. As we have just come from the beach, I propose we turn our steps towards the tavern."

  The group, guided by Vysag, ventured into the tavern, only to be greeted by a scene starkly at odds with their prior experiences. The sight that met their eyes was one of disarray and debauchery—patrons, heavily intoxicated, brawling or otherwise contributing to an air of chaos.

  Astraa, Lykaa, and Flanco, whose sole tavern experience in Arela had been markedly different, were visibly dismayed. The filth and squalor of this establishment stood in harsh contrast to the relative civility they had known, leaving them to wonder how anyone could endure such miserable surroundings.

  Perceiving their distaste, Vysag offered a measured explanation, "The Rhanda warriors will not be found here. This establishment peddles nothing more than crude, low-quality spirits. The fishermen of Tadu, who earn but a pittance, can afford little else, and such wretched drink often leads to unfortunate circumstances, much like the incident with Rohu."

  "Let us ascend," Vysag said, "to where they serve only the finest and more costly spirits. Merchants and traders from distant lands favor this level, and it is here that the Rhanda warriors are likely to have sought refuge."

  Astraa and Lykaa exchanged uneasy glances, both silently wondering if venturing into this establishment had been a misstep. Amara, however, was rendered speechless by the clamor that had enveloped them below.

  Upon reaching the upper floor, the contrast was striking. The seats, upholstered in luxurious fabrics, gleamed with cleanliness. The room itself was tastefully adorned, exuding an air of quiet opulence, and it was only lightly populated.

  The patrons here enjoyed a commanding view of the beach, and the room, bathed in natural light and cooled by a gentle breeze, felt worlds away from the tumult below.

  A lean, bald man with a meticulously groomed mustache approached the group, his demeanor both warm and professional.

  Introducing himself with a courteous nod, he said, "Greetings, esteemed guests. I am Augus, and I shall have the pleasure of serving you today. What might I bring for such fine company?"

  Flanco, unable to contain his delight at the shift in atmosphere, exclaimed with enthusiasm, "Now this is the kind of place I'd want to enjoy a drink. It's remarkable, and that view of the beach is simply breathtaking. Augus here certainly adds a touch of elegance to the experience as well."

  Vysag, ever composed, then addressed their host, "Forgive us for imposing, but we seek a group of warriors. Might you have seen them?"

  With a genial smile, Augus replied, "Ah, of course. You must mean the Rhanda warriors. I've seated them in the corner booth, just over there."

  The group's attention shifted to the corner where three men sat, leisurely enjoying their drinks and meals while gazing out toward the beach.

  Yet, as they scanned the room, Astraa and Lykaa's eyes fell upon another familiar figure seated in a different corner.

  "Look," Astraa whispered, keeping her voice low, "he's here as well. But don’t stare—it’s Akagoan."

  Despite her cautious words, Flanco and Amara, unheeding of the warning, immediately turned their heads in his direction.

  "Where?" Flanco asked aloud, prompting Amara to glance over as well.

  Their movements, however, did not go unnoticed. Akagoan, fully aware of their attention, grinned and gave a playful wave.

  With no graceful way out, Flanco and Amara sheepishly waved back, much to the dismay of Astraa and Lykaa, whose expressions were a mixture of frustration and exasperation.

  “What are you waiting for? Go and introduce yourself,” Astraa urged, nudging Vysag forward with a look of insistence.

  Vysag hesitated, voicing his apprehension, “They seem to be enjoying their drinks. I wouldn’t want to intrude and dampen their spirits.”

  Lykaa, her patience wearing thin, added pointedly, “It would hardly make sense for us to have come all this way just to stand idly by."

  Spurred by their words, Vysag steeled himself and approached the Rhanda warriors. With a measured confidence, he greeted them, “Greetings, noble warriors. It is an honor to have men of Rhanda in our midst. I am Vysag, and I shall be your guide for the next three months during your stay here.”

  A tall and robust figure with long, flowing red hair and a matching goatee, stepped forward and declared, “Oh, is that so? I am Darron, and these are my companions, Floken and Jace.”

  Floken, slightly inebriated and bearing a scar across his face, chimed in, “As our guide, can you procure for us what we desire?”

  Jace, who sported a bald head devoid of any facial hair, chuckled heartily at Floken’s inquiry, clearly relishing the opportunity to tease Vysag.

  In his naivety, Vysag responded earnestly, “Indeed, I can provide you with anything Tadu has to offer.”

  Floken continued, “We are rather tipsy, and while we appreciate the food and the view here, something is still lacking,” to which Darron replied with a grin.

  Jace, with a playful nudge, urged Floken, “Come now, Floken, cease your prevarication. Request from our guide what you truly desire.”

  Vysag, still awaiting Floken’s request with a degree of innocence, remained oblivious to their true intentions.

  Meanwhile, Akagoan, from his seat, observed the scene with a detached amusement, his pipe leisurely smoldering as he took in the unfolding drama.

  "Well, you see, Vysag," Floken began, his tone carrying the weight of a weary traveler, "we are but three men, and prolonged company, as you might imagine, can grow tiresome. Should you see fit to extend us a certain... hospitality, we may be inclined to tarry a few days longer and, perhaps, speak well of you upon our return to Rhanda."

  Vysag, keenly aware that the men sought recompense of a more material nature, found himself in a bind. He could not meet their expectation of coin, for his means were scant at best. He turned to Sir Daron with a plea, his voice tinged with earnestness.

  "Good sir, if it be food, lodging, or even a flagon of drink that you desire, I shall gladly provide. But as for gold, I fear I am powerless to offer such. We scrape by as it is, and it is for this very reason that we seek aid from neighboring states."

  Astraa, who stood behind Vysag alongside Flanco, Amara, and Lykaa, could no longer contain her fury at the Rhanda warriors for their treatment of him. She clenched her fists, struggling to rein in her rising anger.

  Akagoan, observing the unfolding drama, noted Astraa's palpable indignation and the fierce protectiveness she displayed toward Vysag, a man she had only recently met.

  Darron, seemingly undeterred by Astraa’s evident outrage, replied coolly, “I regret that, Vysag. The least I can do is grant you until nightfall to arrange for us what we need.”

  Overwhelmed and feeling powerless against their demands, Vysag could only resign himself to acquiescence.

  But Astraa, steadfast in her commitment to justice, could not remain silent.

  She confronted the Rhanda warriors, her voice ringing with conviction, “Is there no shame in your conduct? Are you not, like us, striving to become eternal warriors? Should you not extend some respect and decency to one who offers to guide you?”

  Vysag, sensing the rising tension, quickly interjected, “I beg your pardon, Sir Darron. Astraa, here, is a fellow warrior from Arela, akin to yourselves. Her actions are merely a testament to her protective spirit.”

  Darron, wearing a nonchalant smirk, replied, “Ah, a warrior from Arela, is it? Allow me to make one thing abundantly clear—our concerns do not dwell on the pursuit of serving the queen of Illiad. Our loyalty lies firmly with Rhanda, and we heed the commands of our Lieutenants along the Red Boulevard. So learn to mind your own affairs, or you will find yourself facing the full brunt of our wrath,” he declared, his words dripping with arrogance.

  Flanco, barely able to contain his fury, growled, “Were you not warriors, I would not be exercising such patience in dealing with you.”

  Darron, Floken, and Jace, finding Flanco’s threat amusing, responded with derision, “Ah, what feeble threats from a portly fool who lacks the means to act.”

  Enraged by the Rhanda warriors’ blatant disrespect, Astraa seized a nearby mug of ale and, with a gesture of defiance, splashed its contents across their faces.

  Observing the escalating confrontation, Augus, the barkeeper, hurried over in an attempt to mediate and avert further conflict.

  Annoyed by the ale staining his garments and stung by the affront, Darron rose from his seat with a swift motion, his companions, Floken and Jace, rising alongside him.

  With a voice laced with menace, Darron declared, “You insolent wretches have brought this upon yourselves. Had you complied with our request, all could have remained amicable. Now, I am compelled to impart a lesson.”

  “Please, Sir, there is no need for violence,” Augus interjected earnestly, attempting to defuse the situation. “In return, the cost of your food and drinks shall be waived.”

  Floken, however, had little regard for diplomatic measures. With a brusque shove, he pushed Augus aside, snarling, “Step aside, you old fool, or your head will be the first to roll.”

  With a threatening display, Darron, Floken, and Jace drew their swords, making their intent clear.

  Augus, alarmed and powerless, could do naught but watch helplessly as the situation escalated.

  Amidst the rising tension, Akagoan, seated at his table, called out with a nonchalant air, “Augus, my mug is empty; I require a refill,” displaying an utter disregard for the brewing conflict.

  Astraa shot a brief, incredulous glance at Akagoan, bewildered that he continued to demand ale in the face of such escalating discord.

  “Silence! Are you blind to the turmoil unfolding before you? Do you wish to meet your demise?” Darron snapped, his gaze a piercing threat directed at Akagoan.

  Turning his attention to Flanco, Darron continued, “Listen here, I have little use for you. You will either surrender this woman, or you shall perish in the attempt.”

  “Hold, if you seek to fight, let us wait until we are all properly armed,” Flanco suggested, his anxiety evident in his tone.

  Lykaa and Amara, both skilled in healing rather than combat, shared his concern, their expressions reflecting the gravity of the situation.

  Yet Astraa, emboldened by her recent combat training under Sir Skarsnay, remained fully resolved.

  “We have no need for weapons to confront these ineffectual brutes,” she proclaimed with unwavering confidence. Her declaration cut through the charged atmosphere, as she prepared to face the Rhanda warriors with resolute fearlessness.

  "That is quite enough," Darron snarled, his patience visibly fraying. "I have held back from marking that delicate face of yours, but now you shall see what I am truly capable of."

  Vysag, seeking to avert further conflict, interposed, “Sir Darron, I implore you, they are guests here just as you are. Please extend them your forgiveness.”

  Darron, his ire unabated, snapped back, “Clear the way, you insolent peasant. I shall deal with you once I have finished with her,” he added, his gaze fixed menacingly on Astraa.

  Amid the mounting discord, Akagoan persistently called for more ale, his voice ringing out with an air of indifference.

  “Augus, my mug remains empty. Do not leave me in this predicament,” he implored, seemingly unaware of the surrounding chaos.

  Jace, exasperated, threatened him sharply, “You imbecile! Do you wish to meet your end as well? Can you not perceive that Darron is incensed? Utter one more word, and I shall personally come over and see to your demise.”

  “Darron, cease this delay. Strike her down and be done with it,” Floken urged, his impatience palpable.

  In response, Astraa resolutely positioned herself between Darron and her companions, prepared to confront him alone.

  Flanco, though a warrior, found himself lacking the resolve required for the moment and stepped aside, placing his trust in Astraa’s capability to face Darron on her own.

  With a ferocious roar, Darron lifted his sword, poised to strike Astraa. In a heartbeat, she activated her water runes, employing advanced absorption to prepare for the impending blow.

  However, just as Darron was about to bring his weapon down, Akagoan stepped boldly between them.

  “Augus, have you lost your hearing in your old age? Did you not hear my calls? Bring me some ale!” Akagoan demanded, addressing Augus while positioning himself squarely between Astraa and Darron.

  Astraa, exasperated by his interruption, exclaimed, “What are you doing? Are you blind to the chaos unfolding here?”

  “I’ve had enough of this drunken fool. Let us cut him down first,” Floken declared, swinging his sword toward Akagoan with intent.

  “Get out of the way!” Astraa shouted, but her warning came too late. Floken’s sword had already found its mark.

  Astraa, Amara, Flanco, and Lykaa were momentarily stunned, their astonishment mirrored by Darron and Jace.

  Floken’s sword was perilously close to Akagoan’s neck, merely an inch away, yet it seemed halted by an invisible barrier.

  Amara, her eyes widening in realization, declared, “That is a barrier formed by the refraction of sunlight!”

  “But how is this possible?” Lykaa inquired, puzzled. “He is not manipulating the sun’s rays with his hands, nor are his healing runes activated.”

  Frustration mounting, Darron bellowed, “Floken, cease your games! Dispatch him at once!”

  Unperturbed, Akagoan flashed a nonchalant grin and remarked, “Oh, my apologies. Were you attempting to strike me down?” He spoke without even glancing at Floken, his demeanor relaxed and indifferent.

  “The attack is far too feeble. Perhaps if all three of you were to combine your efforts, you might succeed in making a dent. And Augus, this shall be my final request: bring me my ale,” Akagoan stated, his gaze dismissively averted from Darron, Floken, and Jace, rendering their attempts utterly inconsequential.

  “I shall fetch it at once,” Augus replied, visibly astonished by the display of Akagoan’s abilities.

  “Step aside, you pitiful wretch. I shall handle this myself,” Darron huffed, attempting to strike Akagoan, yet the barrier stood resolutely impenetrable.

  “Come now, put forth a greater effort! You’re almost there!” Akagoan taunted, his demeanor playful and mocking.

  Lykaa and Amara exchanged amused glances, unable to suppress their laughter at the plight of Darron and his companions.

  Vysag, feeling a swell of anxiety, urged, “Akagoan, do not provoke them further.”

  Yet, deep within, he found a sense of satisfaction in witnessing Akagoan stand firm in defense of their group.

  Astraa, her mind reeling from the unfolding events, found herself in a state of bewilderment. She had anticipated engaging with the adversaries herself, her thoughts swirling with the implications.

  “Is this truly all you can muster? I warned you that it would be more effective if all of you combined your efforts,” Akagoan remarked nonchalantly, savoring the ale provided by Augus.

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  Flanco, joining Lykaa and Amara, partook in the laughter and light-hearted mockery directed at the beleaguered Rhanda warriors.

  In a last-ditch effort, Darron, Floken, and Jace launched a concerted assault, yet still failed to breach the formidable barrier.

  “Enough of this folly,” Darron declared, seeking to salvage some semblance of dignity. “There is no honor in combating a man who remains passive. Let us depart.”

  “That’s one way to concede defeat!” Lykaa exclaimed, her laughter mingling with that of Amara and Flanco as they observed the Rhanda warriors’ retreat.

  In their frustration, the warriors vented their ire by kicking and damaging several tables in the tavern, their anger palpable as they stormed out.

  The atmosphere of the tavern lightened considerably as the tense confrontation with the Rhanda warriors receded into memory.

  Laughter and amiable chatter began to permeate the air, as Vysag, Astraa, Lykaa, Amara, and Flanco shared their collective relief.

  “Remarkable! That was truly extraordinary! Despite their simultaneous assault, not a single scratch marred your defenses,” Flanco exclaimed, his eyes alight with admiration.

  Akagoan, scratching his head in a blend of awkwardness and irritation, replied, “Well, they were obstructing my access to my mug of ale, and I simply could not allow that. ”

  “Akagoan, your prowess in healing is nothing short of exemplary,” Lykaa stated, her admiration palpable.

  “I have devoted the last three months to honing my skills in defensive healing, and though my experience is but a fleeting moment, you are leagues ahead of us.”

  Amara nodded with enthusiasm. “Indeed, we have been training under the esteemed Lady Hermiosa and her experienced healers. While her healing prowess is unparalleled, in the realm of defensive abilities, you far surpass her.”

  Despite their effusive praise, Akagoan remained steadfast in his position. “Well, I appreciate the sentiment, I suppose. However, as I have reiterated, my actions were not for your benefit. They were merely a distraction while I attempted to enjoy my drink, so your admiration for my skills is, quite frankly, misplaced.”

  Flanco, interjected playfully, “Oh, come now! We all know you came to our aid. You didn’t traverse all the way from that corner just for ale.”

  A hint of vulnerability seeped into Akagoan's facade of indifference. “I have no idea what you lot are on about. I made my intentions abundantly clear, yet it seems you fools remain oblivious.” With that, he brusquely shoved Vysag aside and made his hasty exit from the tavern.

  As Akagoan made his hasty exit, Lykaa, Amara, and Flanco could not suppress their mirth at the sight of Akagoan’s struggle to maintain his nonchalant fa?ade.

  Even Astraa, observing his swift departure, found her initial impressions of him wavering with curiosity.

  Vysag, grappling with remorse over the altercation he believed he had incited, murmured with a tone of deep regret, “What a calamity I have wrought. The survival of Tadu hinges upon the goodwill of Rhanda, and I should have known better than to engage with them while they were inebriated. This is entirely my fault.”

  Astraa, quick to offer solace, replied, “Your fault? You could not have been more considerate and understanding. They were nothing more than ruffians masquerading as warriors. Do not torment yourself with undue guilt.”

  Flanco, added, “Indeed, Vysag. As comrades from Arela, you can be assured of our unwavering loyalty, and with us, the steadfast support of our state.”

  Lykaa, maintaining her usual buoyant demeanor, interjected, “Precisely! Now, let us return to Sir Filic’s for luncheon. I am quite ravenous, and Lady Sila mentioned she has prepared something exceptional.”

  Astraa, still nursing a sense of betrayal from earlier events, could not conceal her exasperation at their renewed appetite.

  “Ravenous, you say? You abandoned me to breakfast on my own, and now you find yourselves so in need of sustenance?” Her voice conveyed her irritation with unmistakable clarity.

  “Hasten, Vysag! Let us retreat to Sir Filic’s abode and fill her with such fare that she might be placated before we face her displeasure.” Flanco’s jest elicited hearty laughter from both Amara and Lykaa.

  Amidst the laughter and light-hearted banter, the group made their way back toward their lodgings, leaving the day's tumult behind them. The serene waves of the beach seemed to carry away their worries, restoring a sense of calm and tranquility.

  The group entered the warm and inviting home of Sir Filic and Lady Sila, where they were greeted with kind smiles. Lady Sila, ever the gracious hostess, inquired with a knowing look, “So, how did your first day fare, my young adventurers?”

  Vysag, responded with a polite smile, “It was quite eventful, Lady Sila, but our dear Astraa here is quite famished. Perhaps we might enjoy lunch first and then recount the day’s tales?”

  Astraa, though initially hesitant, soon found herself seated at the table, her hunger taking precedence. Lady Sila, with careful hands, served each of them a generous portion of golden snapper, a rare and revered delicacy in Tadu.

  Taking her first bite, Astraa’s eyes widened with delight. “Lady Sila,” she exclaimed, “this surpasses even the famed blue-crowned fish. It seems missing breakfast was a blessing after all!”

  Lady Sila, delighted by the group's clear enjoyment of her culinary craft, added with a knowing smile, “Well, it should taste divine. The golden snapper is far rarer and far more flavorful than the blue-crowned fish. It sells for double the price, and for good reason.”

  Flanco, struck by a sudden realization, leaned forward. “Wait, about the golden snapper... earlier we saw Akagoan with two massive fish. Vysag, are these the same golden snapper we’re enjoying now?”

  Vysag gave a solemn nod, “Indeed, it’s none other than Akagoan’s prized catch that now graces our plates. As you know, he’s the only fisherman in Tadu skilled enough to reel in such a bounty.”

  The gang, midway through their meal, froze as the truth dawned upon them—they were feasting on Akagoan’s hard-earned catch. Their merriment turned to sudden unease as they exchanged glances, their forks hovering uncertainly over the delicacy.

  Lady Sila, noting their abrupt pause, turned her attention to Astraa and asked with a gentle laugh, “What’s wrong, dear Astraa? You were quite ravenous a moment ago. Why stop now?”

  Astraa, glancing uncertainly at Amara, Flanco, and Lykaa, struggled to find the right words, her thoughts muddled. Before she could speak, Vysag, with a soft chuckle, stepped in to offer explanation.

  "Well, you see, Lady Sila, these fine companions of mine had an encounter with Akagoan earlier. They witnessed his rather...uncompromising nature when approached by the local fishermen seeking his healing skills. It’s fair to say, it left an impression that made warming up to him quite the challenge."

  Lady Sila, with a knowing smile and a touch of sympathy, sighed, "Ah, that boy. He truly has a heart beneath that stoic exterior, but he’s yet to master the delicate art of social grace. If only he’d let others glimpse the man he truly is.”

  Intrigued by Lady Sila’s words, Astraa, Amara, Lykaa, and Flanco exchanged curious glances before voicing their thoughts.

  "Forgive our boldness," Astraa began, her tone both respectful and sincere, "but we've noticed that many here in Tadu speak ill of Akagoan, labeling him as rude and self-absorbed. Yet, you and Sir Filic seem to view him through a different lens. What is it that sets you apart? What do you see something others do not?"

  A sudden quiet settled over the room as Sir Filic, Lady Sila, and Vysag paused, each lost in thought. Sensing the weight of her question, Astraa quickly offered an apology, her voice tinged with regret.

  "I hope we haven't overstepped with our curiosity. Please, disregard the inquiry if it brings any discomfort."

  Lady Sila, ever gracious, smiled warmly and replied, "There is no need for apology, my dear. The truth is, no one has ever shown such concern for Akagoan before. Your curiosity is, in fact, quite refreshing."

  In an effort to ease the solemnity of the moment, Sir Filic offered a gentle smile and said, "I believe a story such as this deserves the accompaniment of a drink. Would any of you care to partake?"

  Lykaa, Amara, and Astraa graciously declined, but Flanco, ever one to embrace camaraderie, accepted the offer.

  As Sir Filic poured the drinks, he remarked, "Ah, it is always a finer thing to share a drink in the company of friends. To health and good fortune."

  "To good forune," Flanco echoed, and they raised their glasses in a quiet toast before taking a measured sip.

  With the warmth of the drink easing the gravity of what was to come, Sir Filic began to recount the tribulations that had beset Tadu.

  "You have likely noticed that life in Tadu is far from prosperous. It is no secret that we seek the support of both Arela and Rhanda, for our needs grow ever more pressing. Yet, as difficult as our present circumstances may be, they are but a shadow of the suffering we endured during the great famine, which ravaged this land five years ago."

  With a solemn air, Sir Filic delved deeper into the memories of those harrowing days, recounting the relentless waves that battered their shores.

  "The sea," he began, his voice heavy with recollection, "was our lifeblood, our only source of livelihood. Yet, those savage storms rendered it treacherous, making it near impossible for our fishermen to set sail. And without the sea’s bounty, we were left destitute."

  His gaze grew distant as he continued. "Fishing has always been the heart of Tadu's economy, and when the nets came up empty, so too did our tables. Traders ceased their visits, and I, owning but two humble cottages at that time, used for their stays, found even that meager income vanish. Poverty swept through our village like a plague, leaving us to face days—weeks even—without a proper meal."

  Sir Filic then paused, as if weighing the next words with reverence, before continuing,

  "But in the face of such peril, there were those among us who did not yield. Vysag, against all advice and knowing the sea’s fury, made the fateful decision to set out in his boat. The waves were merciless, and his vessel was shattered upon the rocks. Yet, by some grace, he survived and returned to us, though empty-handed. It was an act of bravery, one born not of hope for fortune, but of sheer will to provide for his people, no matter the cost."

  The tale shifted into a realm of mystery as Sir Filic recounted a fateful and enigmatic moment. "It was during one of those turbulent days," he began, his voice growing quieter as if reliving the scene, "when we, weary from our struggles, turned our hopes to prayer, beseeching the waves to finally calm. Amidst this turmoil, Vysag's keen eyes caught sight of a figure, lifelessly sprawled along the seashore.

  At first, we believed it to be one of our own—a fisherman perhaps, who, like Vysag, had braved the sea only to fall victim to its merciless wrath."

  He paused, his words hanging in the air before continuing, "Vysag, rushed to the man's aid without hesitation. And that, my friends, was the day we found Akagoan, washed upon our shores like a ghost from the deep—an unknown figure, with no name, no past, no origin. He was but a stranger to us then, lying there, barely clinging to life."

  Lady Sila, her voice softened with empathy, picked up the thread of the tale.

  "We brought him back to our humble cottage, where he lay as if on the edge of death, unconscious and skeletal, as though he had weathered more than just the sea's cruelty. We feared the worst, for his body bore the marks of great suffering—scars, old and new, crisscrossing his skin, and a particularly grievous wound upon his chest. With nothing but the few supplies we had, Vysag tended to him, offering what aid he could. We had no hope of his survival, but there, in the flickering light of the fire, Akagoan's story in Tadu truly began."

  Lady Sila’s voice grew softer, imbued with the weight of memory, as she continued the tale.

  "For a week, Akagoan hovered on the precipice of life and death. He would open his eyes only faintly, as though the effort of consciousness itself was too great a burden for him to bear. With each passing day, we shared what little sustenance we had, meager though it was, with this stranger. It was a sacrifice we made willingly, though it meant we went with less ourselves. Slowly, his strength returned, and with it, the revelation of his name—Akagoan. Yet, when we inquired about his origins or the circumstances that brought him here, he answered us only with silence, and we, respecting his reticence, pressed him no further."

  She paused, her eyes distant, recalling the moment that followed. "Then, there came a day when he emerged from his solitude and found us in the midst of a humble meal. He stood there, observing in quiet contemplation as we ate less than half of what we had been giving to him. It was, perhaps, a moment of revelation for him. Until then, he had not grasped the full extent of our poverty, nor the sacrifices we had made to sustain him during those difficult days. And yet, he said nothing. Without a word of acknowledgment or thanks, he returned to his room."

  Her voice grew quieter, heavy with emotion, as she delivered the final part of the story. "The following morning, when Vysag went to bring him his food and medicine, we discovered his room empty. Akagoan had vanished without a trace."

  Sir Filic’s voice took on a reflective tone as he resumed his narrative. "Fortuitously, I was engaged in the repair of the very boat that Vysag had once ventured out on and met with ruin. It was amidst this task that I glimpsed a solitary figure making his way along the shoreline. 'Akagoan!' I called out, my voice carrying across the breeze. 'Where do you think you’re going, lad?' I asked with genuine concern."

  "His response was marked by profound gratitude. 'I owe my life to you, Lady Sila, and Vysag for your boundless kindness,' Akagoan said earnestly. 'I cannot bear the thought of being a burden to those who have sacrificed so much for me. I have seen that you have relinquished your own meals to sustain me, and it pains me deeply to have caused you such hardship.'"

  Sir Filic’s gaze grew somber as he recounted his reply. "I explained to him that Lady Sila and I had no progeny of our own. Instead, we embraced orphans as our own children, Vysag being one such soul who chose to live with us and whom we regarded with paternal affection. We viewed Akagoan in the same light. I assured him that while I harbored no expectation of his permanent presence, it was only fitting that he should bid farewell to Lady Sila and myself."

  Sir Filic’s voice grew laden with emotion as he recounted the poignant aftermath. “At my words, Akagoan was overcome with a profound sense of despair, as though he had never encountered such compassion or perhaps never expected it from me. With his head bowed in a mixture of shame and gratitude, he retreated to our humble abode. There, he engaged Vysag in earnest conversation about the plight of Tadu, seeking to understand the broader struggles of our people. Couple days later, he had vanished once more. It became evident that the burden of consuming our meager provisions had weighed heavily upon him. His stay with us for this long, was solely due to my heartfelt entreaty.”

  Sir Filic’s expression softened as he concluded, “Vysag, who had come to regard Akagoan as a brother, was deeply sorrowful. Lady Sila, who had nurtured him through his illness with a mother’s care, wept for the loss of one she had come to love as her own son.”

  Vysag then took up the tale with a tender recollection, “On that day, all three of us gathered at our table, our eyes fixed upon the meal before us. The food, steaming and rich with promise, lay untouched. We had become accustomed to setting aside a portion for Akagoan, who had shared our table for a time and had become part of our lives.”

  In that very instant, as the savory aroma of a substantial meal wafted through the room, the familiar sound of footsteps resonated at our doorstep. The door creaked open, and there stood Akagoan, his return both unexpected and heartening. Lady Sila, her relief and affection palpable, exclaimed, “Where have you been? We feared you would never return. We were beside ourselves with worry.” With tears of joy, she enveloped him in a warm embrace.

  Akagoan, his demeanor imbued with a deep sincerity, met their concerned gazes with a calm assurance. “Return? Why would I have left in the first place?” he answered, his gaze eventually settling upon Sir Filic. Sir Filic, his voice tinged with paternal concern, inquired, “Where have you been, son?”

  Akagoan, after a pause, finally unveiled the cause of his absence. “I had learned from Vysag of the fishermen's plight, struggling against the unrelenting sea. Therefore, I ventured forth myself, hoping to lend aid where I could.”

  Lady Sila, blazing with intensity, chided him vehemently. “You reckless youth! We devoted so much to restoring your health, and now, when you have at last begun to recover, you wish to endanger yourself once more?” Her words were laced with a mixture of frustration and worry.

  Sir Filic, though concerned, sought to reassure. “I am merely relieved that you have returned safely. Did you suffer further damage to the boat?” he asked.

  Akagoan stood momentarily at a loss, his awkwardness apparent.

  “It is of little consequence,” Sir Filic reassured him. “Even Vysag, an accomplished fisherman, has faced similar tribulations. A boat may be repaired, but your safety is what truly matters.”

  “No, the boat is unscathed. However, I must confess,” Akagoan began, his brow furrowed in thought, “I recall naught of my life before your kindness restored me. Yet, the sea beckoned to me, and I believed it to be my inaugural venture into fishing. I found myself uncertain of which fish to pursue, so I forged ahead and caught several sizable specimens.”

  “You actually caught fish?” Sir Filic inquired, his astonishment evident. The three of them ventured forth to inspect Akagoan's haul, only to discover three baskets brimming with blue-crowned fish. Laughter erupted among them, filling the air with mirth.

  Akagoan, bewildered by their reaction, asked earnestly, “Are they not deemed worthy?”

  “Not good? These fish have never before been caught by our fishermen, even in the most tranquil of seas. What you have brought in is exotic and would fetch a handsome price!”

  “Will this aid in our present plight?” Akagoan inquired, his tone tinged with innocence.

  “Aid? With the catch you have so fortuitously acquired, we may live in comfort for another six months. It seems you possess some inherent skill in the sea; while your mind may have forgotten, it appears your body retains its memory,” Sir Filic replied, a glimmer of admiration in his eyes.

  Lady Sila stepped forward, her heart brimming with gratitude, and gently kissed him on the forehead. “You truly are a godsend,” she proclaimed warmly.

  “Since that extraordinary day, Akagoan devoted himself to the pursuit of these rare fish, consistently bringing them to our doorstep. He insisted that we sell the catch and reserve the proceeds for our needs. Whenever he found himself in need of coin, he would approach us, though the wealth truly belonged to him. With the profits garnered, I took it upon myself to aid those who were less fortunate. Lady Sila, with her kind and nurturing spirit, always ensured that some of the exquisite fish were set aside for our own repast.

  Five years have elapsed, and Akagoan remains unchanged. The rare fish he catches could amass a fortune rivaling that of the noble families in your realm, yet he selflessly bestows the majority of his bounty upon us, retaining only a modest portion of his earnings.” Vysag recounted, his voice rich with gratitude and admiration for the remarkable soul that is Akagoan.

  Astraa, her curiosity ignited by the remarkable tales of Akagoan's concealed generosity, could not suppress her confusion.

  "But I fail to comprehend," she mused, her brow furrowing in perplexity. "He appeared indifferent to the plight of that fisherman, Rohu, when asked to heal him. He demanded recompense for his services, and his actions seem to stand in stark contrast to this compassionate side you speak of."

  Vysag, wearing a knowing smile, chuckled softly before shedding light on the enigma that is Akagoan.

  "Ah, my friends, Akagoan operates by a singular code of ethics," he began, casting a contemplative gaze upon his audience. "When he bestows the bounty of his catches upon us, he requests but one thing in return. He insists that we utilize the fish he provides, or the proceeds from their sale, in whatever manner we deem appropriate, with one critical stipulation: we must never divulge his involvement in these acts of kindness."

  "Akagoan holds a belief that is both profound and elusive to many—a philosophy of gratitude that transcends the mundane. He is convinced that true gratitude arises from a genuine sense of indebtedness to those who have rendered assistance. He perceives that the weak-minded are quick to rally at one’s side when they seek something, yet just as swift to abandon one when their utility has diminished. Akagoan foresees that, while the people of Tadu may express gratitude for his present aid, they would not hesitate to turn against him should his support ever falter. Thus, he has deliberately chosen to present himself as the villain in their eyes, shielding his acts of kindness from the capriciousness of those he aids. In this manner, he bears no image to uphold while ensuring that the people receive the assistance they require."

  "Even now, the assistance I render to the people of Tadu is, in essence, an extension of Akagoan's benevolence. The townsfolk, who regard me with great esteem and affection, remain oblivious to the true source of their blessings.

  The three silver coins that Akagoan borrowed from you were ultimately returned to Rohu's wife. Yet, when I restored the coins to her, I claimed that it was I who had persuaded Akagoan to part with the funds. Although Rohu and his spouse may harbor resentment toward Akagoan, the words and actions he exhibited that day—crafted with intent—prompted Rohu to recognize the plight his wife faced due to his drinking. Consequently, he relinquished his vices altogether. Thus, their livelihood and the daily sustenance of their family now stem, in part, from the quiet generosity of this man."

  Flanco, his voice imbued with a note of triumph, declared, "I had a suspicion regarding Akagoan's true motives when he intervened at the tavern, despite our not being in immediate need of his aid."

  Lykaa, ever the one to infuse humor into the moment, quipped, "Ah, Mr. 'I took refuge behind Astraa,' now claims to have been aware of everything from the start."

  Amara, seizing upon this newfound revelation, spoke with optimism, "It is indeed a relief. With this understanding, we might now approach him to serve as our instructor in defensive healing. His expertise surpasses even what we have learned from Lady Hermiosa."

  Lykaa nodded in wholehearted agreement. "Precisely. Now that we grasp that Akagoan is not the villain he appears to be, we have the opportunity to seek his guidance not merely as a teacher, but as a mentor and friend."

  Vysag, however, exhibited a measure of trepidation, concerned about unraveling the intricate facade Akagoan had meticulously crafted.

  "I am uncertain that this is a prudent course of action. The truth regarding Akagoan's true nature was intended to remain a closely guarded secret, known only to Lady Sila, Sir Filic, and myself. To disclose it to others... I can scarcely fathom the consequences he might impose upon me."

  Sir Filic, with hearty laughter, imparted some wise counsel. "It is indeed a breath of fresh air to share the tale of Akagoan with those who can truly appreciate his character. Yet, seeking his aid may not be the most effective means to foster a connection. The very reason he assumes the guise of a villain is to deter others from taking advantage of his benevolence. To request assistance may unwittingly reinforce that same narrative."

  "Allow me to offer some counsel," Lady Sila advised, her tone imbued with warmth and wisdom. "Use these forthcoming three months to truly acquaint yourselves with Akagoan, much as we have done. Do not approach him merely as a means to an end, but extend to him the genuine companionship of a friend. In doing so, you may find yourselves rewarded beyond your wildest expectations. Be earnest in your intentions; though I am not privy to his past, it is evident that he bears the weight of considerable trials."

  Lady Sila’s words left Lykaa and Amara with a subtle pang of remorse, despite their unselfish intentions.

  Burdened with the weight of the day’s revelations Astraa, Amara, Flanco, and Lykaa decided to retire to their respective chambers. The day's events had provided them with profound insights into the history of Tadu and the intricate layers surrounding the mysterious Akagoan, leaving them to ponder and reflect in the quiet solitude of their rooms.