He didn't mind a single person's death, but losing a somewhat useful tool was quite unwise.
He glanced in the direction of the Forest.
The gloomy lead gray sky hid the Sun's height, as the day was steadily darkening; it should be a Talia Tick past seven o'clock. The Spruce Forest was sinking into Twilight, and its bleak darkness sent a shiver down even the spine of a Necromancer.
He furrowed his brows.
Unlike these people, he knew there were eerie things beneath the dark Forest. Although he came for that particular thing, he didn't want to face those entities at night — regardless of whether the Moonlight pierced through the clouds or not, on the night of a full moon, those things would draw power from Dragon Blood and become truly terrifying.
Time was running out, he must leave the Valley before the moon rose.
Yet he didn't show any sign of urgency, simply placing down the Skeleton Staff in his hand and pointed to one person. "Go take a look inside."
