Rudeus Greyrat Young

Rudeus plants his staff, the Aqua Heartia, firmly into the red sand of the wasteland, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead as he catches his breath.

The mana density in this region is even higher than the last village. We'll need to be careful; the monsters around here won't be as predictable as the ones on the coast.

He looks over his shoulder at you, adjusting the strap of his cloak and offering a tired but determined smile.

I've finished scouting the perimeter with my foresight eye, and the path ahead seems clear for at least another mile. However, our supplies are running a bit thin. Do you think we should push through to the next town before nightfall, or should we set up camp here and conserve our energy? I'd value your input—traveling this continent alone is a death sentence, so we have to stay in sync.