Lara Point of View

  The Next Day

  "We're only going for a day, Thailon s What's with all these items you're lugging around?!" I said firmly, my voice carrying more frustration than I intended.

  Thailon stood before me, gleaming in full armor, with an excessive array of weapons and supplies strapped to his back. It was as if he were preparing for a war, not a simple trip, and the sight was already giving me a headache.

  Caelum, leaning against the doorway, sighed dramatically. "You're being brainless again," he said, eyeing Thailon's bulky gear with a smirk.

  Thailon glared at him, clearly insulted. "Huh? What did you just say?!"

  Caelum rolled his eyes. "Maybe you've gone deaf with old age, but I said—you're being brainless. Again."

  "Stop that, Caelum," I interrupted, shooting him a warning glance. "That's not nice."

  "Well, he is being excessive! We're not battling demons or anything. Why carry so much junk?" Caelum shot back, folding his arms.

  I couldn't help but agree. "That's true,child " I muttered with a sigh. "Thailon, leave all that behind, or Caelum and I will go without you."

  He went silent for a moment, clearly sulking, before finally muttering, "Fine."

  He is basically gathering everyone attention well we all know that he is somehow a attention seeker but it is so much to deal today.

  A few moments later...

  "Are you serious? You still don't know how to tie this?" I asked, exasperated, as I adjusted Thailon's outfit for the trip. He was fumbling with the straps of his robe, clearly uncomfortable with the whole thing.

  "Well, I've never been a fan of wearing this—it's so out of fashion," Thailon grumbled as I finished securing his gear.

  I looked at him with amusement. "Yeah, 'fashion.' Sure," I teased. "Why do you even bother with fashion? You're old."

  Thailon snickered from the side. "Exactly. And if we're talking about fashion crimes, why are you even wearing that priest's robe? You're not a priest."

  Caelum shrugged nonchalantly. "Uh, this is what I was given, and it's my setup as the team healer."

  Thailon crossed his arms, still sulking. "And what I'm wearing earlier is my setup as the team tank."

  I couldn't help but groan. "You two—it's already 8:30 in the morning. Can we please just go?" I asked, feeling my patience wearing thin.

  "Yeah, right," Thailon said, finally dropping the argument. "I've already arranged our teleportation. If we leave now, we'll be able to teleport immediately upon arrival."

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  "Well, that's a good thing," I said, relieved that at least something was going smoothly. Thailon, for all his quirks, was incredibly helpful when he wanted to be.

  Without warning, Caelum grabbed my wrist and started pulling me along. "Let's go, then!" he said cheerfully, already walking ahead.

  "Wait!" I protested, but he didn't seem to hear me, or maybe he just didn't care. He continued walking, dragging me behind him.

  This child...

  Third Point of View

  As they approached the portal checkpoint, the attendant—a man with glasses and a nervous air about him—stood up, barely glancing at the group.

  "We need to confirm what your business is in the Kingdom of Benichary," he said flatly, focusing on his papers rather than looking at who he was speaking to.

  Thailon and Caelum exchanged a glance, clearly annoyed by the man's dismissive tone. Without missing a beat, they responded in unison, their voices dangerously low. "You're really asking us that?"

  The attendant, startled by the synchronized response, finally looked up—and froze. His face turned pale as recognition set in. Before him stood Caelum, the young master of the prestigious Hennessy family, and Thailon, one of the great heroes known across kingdoms. His hand began to shake slightly, and his eyes widened with fear.

  Amelia, noticing how the two were starting to intimidate the poor man, immediately stepped in between them. "Oh, I apologize for that—they're a bit... intense sometimes, aren't they?" She flashed the man a disarming smile, trying to ease the tension.

  "Thailon here mentioned that he already set an appointment for us to use the portal," Amelia said kindly. "Could you please check that?"

  The attendant, visibly relieved to have a calm voice addressing him, quickly nodded and typed something into his device. "Oh—yes, I see it here. You do have an appointment. But may I ask the reason for your travel?"

  Thailon scoffed, clearly irritated. "This guy is really asking us that?" he muttered under his breath.

  "Should I crush him?" Caelum added, his tone almost casual, but the dangerous gleam in his eyes suggested he might not be entirely joking.

  Amelia, caught between the two, snapped at them. "What are you, thugs?" she hissed, glaring at them both. "Have you two learned nothing about socializing?" She turned to Caelum, her frustration evident. "Caelum, I expected this from Thailon, but you? Really?"

  Both men averted their eyes like chastised children, not saying another word.

  Amelia sighed and turned back to the now visibly shaking attendant. "I apologize again for their behavior," she said with a tight smile. "Here's my adventurer card and the permit from the king." She handed over the documents. "We're on business in Benichary to purchase supplies for a building we're constructing. Caelum and Thailon here are part of my party, and they'll be helping with the project. I think that should be a valid enough reason, don't you?"

  The attendant quickly glanced over her adventurer card and the permit. "Y-Yes, this is a valid reason," he stammered, handing them back. "Let me just add you to the list of adventurers traveling today. However, I'll need the cards of your two companions as well... for safety purposes."

  Thailon growled under his breath, "What kind of bullshit—"

  "Thailon!" Amelia cut him off, shooting him a sharp look. "Are you really swearing right now?"

  Thailon crossed his arms, his expression stubborn. "He knows who we are. Why does he need to see our cards? He could just put our names down."

  Caelum, ever the more reasonable of the two, sighed and pulled out his adventurer card. "He said he needs the numbers. Let's just get this over with so we can leave." He handed the card to Amelia, who nodded appreciatively.

  Amelia held out her hand toward Thailon expectantly. With a huff, Thailon reluctantly handed over his card as well, grumbling like a child being scolded.

  The attendant accepted the cards with shaky hands, quickly processing their details before handing them back. "T-Thank you, everything's in order," he stammered, clearly relieved to be done with the interaction.

  Amelia nodded graciously. "Thank you for your help," she said, her tone polite as ever "See , it's not that hard" Amelia said gaving back the card to the two.

  As they walked away from the checkpoint, Thailon muttered, "Still think we should've crushed him."

  "Thailon" Amelia said.