Vysag, lingering at the threshold of their modest cottage as he escorted them back, extended his invitation with a natural, easy grace.

  Would you care to accompany me this evening?" he asked. "I intend to visit the city, mingle with the locals, and provide you with a chance to further explore the charms of Tadu. I realize you may feel as though you’ve been dealt a lesser hand by finding yourself here in our modest state. In Rhanda, you might have crossed paths with more warriors and healers, broadening your experience considerably."

  Astraa, replied with serene wisdom, "Though it is true that Rhanda might have offered greater opportunities to connect with those of our own kind—warriors and healers alike—our journey transcends the mere honing of skills. We seek to grasp the essence of life in each land we tread, to know the hearts, struggles, and aspirations of the common folk. In time, when we ascend to eternal status, it is these very lives we shall strive to uplift. So, rest assured, your offer is not lacking. We shall gladly join you."

  As Vysag departed the cottage, Flanco, with an air of hesitation, softly spoke, "If it’s not too much trouble, may I accompany you? My own dwelling feels a touch lonely."

  At this, Astraa cast a disapproving glance in his direction, prompting Flanco to quickly amend his words. "Oh, I meant no offense," he stammered. "If you two ladies are planning to rest and take your ease, I’ll simply return to my own cottage. Please, forget I mentioned it. My apologies."

  But seeing the despondency clouding Flanco’s expression, Astraa’s frown soon softened into a kind and reassuring smile.

  "Nay, Flanco, there is no need for apology. We have no intention of merely resting. In truth, we had planned to reflect upon the events of the day and perhaps enjoy a bit of conversation. We would be most pleased to have our dear friend and trusted companion join us."

  "Truly?" Flanco’s eyes brightened with renewed hope. "Thank you! I’ll gladly come along, and if at any point my presence should prove unwelcome, I’ll withdraw at once."

  Lykaa’s voice rang out with playful warmth, "Oh, come now, Flanco, don’t be shy. You heard Astraa—we’re more than happy to have you."

  Amara, with a gentle nod and a smile that dispelled any lingering uncertainty, echoed the sentiment. Thus, the group found themselves once more within the cozy confines of their cottage, ready to share the musings and experiences of the day.

  As Flanco stepped into the room, a brief hesitation overtook him, uncertain of his place amidst the gathering.

  Sensing his unease, Lykaa swiftly broke the silence. "Here, sit on my bed," she said, gesturing invitingly. "Make yourself comfortable." With that, she graciously took a seat upon Astraa’s bed, leaving her own to Flanco.

  Flanco remarked, "What a day it’s been—the tavern brawl, the unexpected revelation about Akagoan. It was quite the experience."

  Lykaa, with a playful glint in her eye, quipped, "It certainly was! And to think, some said Tadu wouldn’t offer much excitement."

  Amara joined in with a nod, her voice carrying a note of surprise. "Indeed, especially that brawl at the tavern. I must admit, I didn’t see that coming."

  Astraa, with a knowing smile, added, "This skirmish pales in comparison to the brawl we faced in Arela."

  Unable to resist, Lykaa teased, "And let us not forget—Astraa here singlehandedly dispatched one of those mercenaries, while dear Flanco lay passed out, drunk at the table."

  Flanco, feigning indignation, protested, "Now, hold on! I didn’t come here to be ridiculed. Had I known I was to be ganged up on, I’d have stayed in my room!"

  The light-hearted exchange brought laughter to them all, filling the room with a sense of camaraderie.

  But soon, Astraa’s tone shifted, drawing the conversation toward a more serious matter.

  "All jesting aside," she began thoughtfully, "what has truly occupied my mind is Akagoan. It’s astonishing how deeply someone’s true nature can be misunderstood."

  Flanco, with a thoughtful expression, remarked, "Indeed, it’s strange, isn’t it? Akagoan seems like a decent fellow. Perhaps I ought to offer him a drink one of these days."

  Lykaa, retorted with a grin, "Oh, we all know what this is really about. You simply miss your drinking companions, Markon and Gargus, and now you’re just seeking a substitute. No need to make excuses."

  Amara, her tone more subdued, shared her own thoughts. "But in all seriousness, I can’t help but feel guilty after what Sir Filic revealed."

  Lykaa, nodding in agreement, added, "Yes, I feel the same."

  Astraa, however, spoke with a touch of emotion. "Guilty? I don’t see why we should burden ourselves with guilt. It’s hardly our fault for assuming he was arrogant and rude—that was the very image he projected to us.

  Your interest in seeking his guidance for healing was sincere, as was Lykaa’s. If anything, I’m the one who feels troubled by the situation."

  Flanco, intrigued, asked, "You’re upset? But why?"

  Astraa, with a measured tone, explained, "From what Sir Filic revealed, Akagoan behaves this way to guard himself, ensuring that only those who truly value loyalty and integrity are permitted close. His harsh demeanor is a shield, meant for those who would exploit him. The fact that he treated us in such a manner suggests he believes we, too, are lacking in these virtues."

  At her words, Flanco, Lykaa, and Amara fell into quiet reflection, each realizing the weight of Astraa’s insight.

  They began to understand that, just as they had unfairly judged Akagoan without truly knowing him, he, too, had made assumptions about their character. Their conversation turned inward, touching on deeper reflections and a growing sense of self-awareness.

  As the evening hours slipped by, Amara, Flanco, Astraa, and Lykaa found themselves immersed in a rich tapestry of conversation. These moments of shared reflection and camaraderie served to strengthen their bonds, with Amara and Flanco, in particular, growing closer to their companions.

  Suddenly, a soft knock interrupted their discourse.

  Flanco rose, opened the door, and found Vysag standing there, his expression warm and inviting. "Ah, you’re all here—excellent," Vysag remarked.

  "I’ve come at the perfect moment. I’m heading into the city and wanted to extend an invitation."

  Flanco, replied, "It’s remarkable how the hours have flown by."

  Astraa, added with a slight smile, "Flanco, would you kindly step out for a moment? We’ll take this time to change into more suitable attire, and shortly we’ll join you and Vysag outside."

  Flanco readily acquiesced, stating, "Of course. I shall wait with Vysag." With that, he stepped out, leaving the room to the young women, who took their turns in preparing themselves for the impending exploration of Tadu.

  Astraa, broke the silence. "I apologize for making you all wait. Shall we venture forth now?"

  Vysag, ever gracious, responded, "Not at all. Let us make our way to the city."

  Upon their arrival, they were greeted by the familiar sight of the quaint shops that had greeted them upon their initial arrival.

  Vysag began to elucidate, "As you may have noted this morning, the fishermen who catch the day’s bounty set up their stalls here. When traders from other states arrive, they frequent these stalls. With a plethora of options at their disposal, the traders can engage in negotiations to procure the fish they require at fair prices. Moreover, some of the locals, typically the wives of the fishermen, utilize any unsold catch to establish modest food stalls, as you can see."

  Lykaa, ever inquisitive, inquired, "Why are these traders inspecting the fish yet making no purchases?"

  Vysag offered a clarifying response, "They are meticulously assessing each stall, considering the quality, size, and price of the fish. Ultimately, they will select the stall that presents the most favorable terms. Observe, for instance, how one trader has successfully bargained for a reduced price by committing to a considerable quantity of fish."

  The nuanced interplay between buyer and seller captured the fascination of Astraa, Amara, Flanco, and Lykaa. Amara pondered aloud, "It appears these fishermen are engaged in a dual effort—laboring not only to catch the fish but also to market them effectively, does it not?"

  Vysag, with a knowing smile, affirmed, "Indeed, it is so."

  Flanco, his curiosity piqued, inquired, "Vysag, where might your stall be? Where do you peddle the fish you catch?"

  Vysag elucidated, "As I have previously mentioned, I handle the sales while Akagoan manages the catching. Given that Akagoan specializes in procuring exotic fish, there is no necessity for me to set up a stall and compete with other fishermen. Instead, traders come directly to Sir Filic's cabin each week to purchase Akagoan’s unique catch."

  Flanco, with a touch of playful jest, remarked, "It appears that you and Akagoan are managing quite well on your own.” His light-hearted comment elicited laughter from the girls, brightening the atmosphere.

  Vysag, with a note of earnest reflection, confessed, "To speak candidly, Flanco, while Akagoan, Sir Filic, Lady Sila, and I could manage a modest existence on our own, the reality is that my life as an orphan has instilled in me a profound sense of responsibility towards the people of Tadu. The income I generate alone is insufficient to sustain everyone here. Thus, we rely on the support of larger states such as Rhanda and Arela."

  The laughter subsided as the gravity of Vysag’s responsibilities became apparent. Lykaa, seeking further clarity, inquired, "Regarding Rhanda, what became of those warriors we encountered yesterday?"

  Vysag, with a weary sigh, replied, "I made inquiries after their departure from the tavern, but they appear to have vanished without a trace. It seems our anticipated support from Rhanda may have eluded us."

  Sensing the need to lift the mood, Flanco spoke with a light-hearted tone, "Fear not, Vysag. As I’ve said before, you will always have our support. Now, perhaps a diversion is in order—might you lead us to the food stalls? A change of scenery would do us all some good."

  Under Vysag’s careful guidance, the group wandered through the bustling array of food stalls. Though modest and somewhat confined, each stall presented an enticing display of seafood, the lifeblood of Tadu. The vendors, though offering similar fare, distinguished themselves through their distinct methods of preparation, each striving to draw in patrons with their culinary craft.

  As they strolled through the lively market, Vysag began to share his insights. "The food stalls here, I must confess, do not enjoy the same brisk trade as the fishmongers. While the art of catching fish is a specialty of Tadu, the craft of transforming them into delectable dishes is more commonly found in states like Rhanda, Arela, and Iliad. Some even claim that these regions excel in it. However, a few traders opt for a more frugal experience—they purchase liquor from the nearby tavern and then dine at these stalls. As you might have observed yesterday, the ground floor of the tavern is often a scene of chaos, bustling with noise and crowds. The upper floor offers a more refined atmosphere, though at a steeper cost for both drink and fare. For those looking to stretch their coin, buying liquor from the lower floor and pairing it with the meals from these stalls proves to be a more economical choice."

  Flanco, couldn’t resist inquiring, "Tell me, Vysag, where do you stand in this choice—tavern or these stalls for a proper drink?"

  Vysag chuckled softly. "Ah, I’m afraid I must disappoint you, Flanco—I don’t drink. It’s Akagoan who revels in such pursuits. All that I’ve shared with you comes from his experiences, not my own."

  Lykaa, ever the playful spirit, seized the moment to tease. "Well, there go all your plans down the drain."

  Vysag smiled and continued, "In truth, Akagoan prefers these humble stalls for his drinks. He only ventures to the upper floor of the tavern on rare occasions. More often than not, he buys his liquor from the tavern and brings it here to enjoy.”

  “ Ah, speak of the devil—there he is now."

  As they caught sight of Akagoan seated alone at a stall towards the far end, the group hesitated briefly, weighing whether to approach him.

  Flanco, was the first to suggest, “Shall we go over and greet him? He seems rather solitary.”

  Astraa, still unsettled by the revelations surrounding Akagoan and the misjudgments she had made, retorted with a hint of reproach, “Of course you’d suggest that, Flanco. You’re happy with anyone, so long as they’ll share a drink with you.”

  Flanco, attempting to reason with her, replied, “Come now, Astraa. I understand you’re still upset over the earlier misunderstandings, but knowing what we do now, wouldn’t it be proper, even courteous, to acknowledge him once in a while?”

  Lykaa, with a nod of agreement toward Flanco, spoke earnestly, "Flanco is right. We cannot simply turn a blind eye to him for the next three months. I’m not suggesting we go out of our way to forge a deep bond, but a simple greeting when he's near seems only courteous."

  Astraa, still carrying the weight of her earlier frustrations, turned sharply to Amara. "And what of you, Amara? Surely, you have your thoughts on this."

  Amara, responded with calm conviction. "I must concur with Lykaa and Flanco. Upon learning the truth of Akagoan’s character, I was eager to seek his guidance in training. Now, seeing him here, sitting alone—if I were to pass him by without so much as a word, would that not appear selfish? Just as Sir Filic warned us against."

  Though still bristling with some irritation, Astraa sighed in reluctant agreement.

  "Alright, fine. We’ll go greet him. But let me be clear—if he’s discourteous, don’t expect me to bite my tongue." With that, they made their way toward Akagoan, prepared to offer him a respectful acknowledgment.

  As Vysag led the party towards Akagoan, he imparted a quiet warning.

  "Under no circumstances should you disclose that I have divulged anything regarding Akagoan's true nature," he said, casting a pointed look at Flanco, "Why do you cast your gaze upon me? Rest assured, I shall remain silent."

  Lykaa then recalled the food stall and exclaimed, "Is that not the very stall we frequented upon our arrival, where Astraa mistook the old lady's name for Baba?" She chuckled, and Astraa, though slightly chagrined, offered a smile at her earlier lapse.

  Vysag affirmed, "Indeed, that is the stall. Akagoan frequents it deliberately, as it seldom attracts many patrons. It is his subtle means of extending patronage, although he would claim that he chooses it for its solitude and relative peace, which suits his preference for a quieter setting." His smile conveyed a quiet appreciation for Akagoan’s discreet kindness.

  Amidst the lively bustle of the food stalls, Vysag guided the group toward Akagoan, who sat in solitude, his gaze fixed upon the seafood sizzling over the flames at Old Baba's stall.

  Vysag placed a hand on Akagoan's shoulder, momentarily drawing his attention away. Akagoan looked up, a hint of curiosity in his gaze, and asked, "Vysag, what brings you here?"

  Vysag responded with a genial smile, "I am merely guiding our friends through the market, and we chanced upon you. We thought it proper to extend our greetings."

  The group had braced themselves for Akagoan’s customary brusqueness, particularly Astraa.

  Yet, to their astonishment, Akagoan rose from his seat and greeted them with a warm invitation.

  "Please, do join me. Vysag, kindly fetch some empty chairs from the adjacent stall." He gestured hospitably for them to take their places.

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  Astraa, Amara, Flanco, and Lykaa exchanged looks of astonishment, for Akagoan’s unexpected warmth was a striking contrast to his usual reticence, reserved chiefly for Sir Filic, Lady Sila, and occasionally Vysag.

  The group found themselves gathered in a somewhat awkward circle around old Baba's food stall, with Vysag situated beside Akagoan.

  In an effort to ease the tension, Flanco ventured to initiate conversation. "Do you often come here to enjoy a drink alone?"

  Akagoan responded with a measured tone, "I frequent this place or the tavern, though I generally prefer this stall for my solitary libations."

  Flanco pressed on, "It seems you take pleasure in the solitude of drinking alone."

  Akagoan, with a hint of amusement, replied, "I must confess, I would relish the company. However, Vysag is unwaveringly committed to his duties, and Sir Filic is frequently reproached by Lady Sila whenever he joins me for a drink. Thus, I find myself alone more often than not."

  The warmth of Akagoan's words illuminated the truth of Sir Filic and Lady Sila's remarks regarding his character, prompting a realization in Lykaa and Amara.

  "Would you care to join me?" Akagoan offered, his voice imbued with an unexpected kindness as he retrieved a bottle of liquor from beneath his chair.

  Flanco feigned exasperation, sighing, "At last, you extend an invitation." This elicited a hearty laugh from Akagoan, the lightness of which left Amara, Lykaa, and Astraa in a state of bewilderment.

  Vysag, possessing a deeper understanding of Akagoan, was the most surprised, struggling to comprehend why his friend had chosen this moment to unveil a more amiable aspect of his character.

  Pouring a glass for Flanco, Akagoan graciously extended the offer to the others, inquiring, "Would you care for some as well?" Lykaa paused momentarily before responding, "I have no objection." Amara quickly chimed in, "Yes, count me in."

  Flanco's exuberance was palpable. "Huzzah! It appears we are in for a revelry."

  Akagoan then turned his attention to Astraa and inquired, "And you, Astraa? Would you care for some?" Astraa, maintaining her poise, gently declined, "No, thank you. I abstain from alcohol."

  Flanco, seized the opportunity for a jest. "Do not mind her; she is our paragon of virtue, not one to indulge in merriment."

  With a gracious gesture, Akagoan signaled to the lady at the stall, "Please bring two more glasses for the ladies, and prepare something special for Astraa here".

  Astraa, though momentarily taken aback by Akagoan's unexpected kindness, managed to mask her astonishment with a dignified composure.

  As the group settled comfortably in a circle around Baba's stall, she gracefully presented them with a dish that had become synonymous with Akagoan’s visits.

  With a warm smile, she explained, "This dish is what Akagoan favors whenever he joins us. Though fish is the more common delight, he possesses a particular fondness for the green-backed shrimp and white lobsters , do let me know if you find them to your liking, or I can readily prepare some fish instead."

  Flanco, eager to engage in conversation, inquired, "Akagoan, are these among the exotic seafood you catch?"

  With a hint of amusement in his voice, Akagoan replied, "Not in the least. These are among the simplest of catches, abundant in the waters. Yet, I find them far more appealing than the exotic fish I typically haul in."

  With an air of enthusiasm, Lykaa proclaimed, "Let us not delay any further. It is time to indulge in this delightful dish!"

  Without hesitation, Amara, Flanco, and Lykaa eagerly served themselves portions, relishing the new and tantalizing flavors. Astraa, however, sat with uncertainty, waiting for her companions to offer her some.

  Observing her hesitation, Akagoan encouraged her warmly, saying, " Astraa, please sample a bit. I would very much like to know your thoughts."

  He generously placed some shrimp and lobster onto her plate. Though feeling a touch self-conscious, she managed to utter a tentative, "Thank you."

  "That was extraordinary!" Flanco exclaimed, his enthusiasm palpable. "Now, do not misunderstand me; Lady Sila's blue-crowned fish is delightful, but these... these are a revelation!"

  "The sweet flavor of the lobster, harmoniously combined with the spices, is truly a delight," remarked Amara, her tone filled with appreciation.

  "You have indeed captured its essence," Lykaa concurred. "I must admit, I found the smoky richness of the shrimp particularly enchanting."

  Astraa, adopting a diplomatic stance, offered her own reflection. "It is indeed most enjoyable. I appreciate your recommendation."

  As a gracious host, Akagoan encouraged the company with warmth. "Very well, Baba, let us have more. And, my friends, these dishes are best savored alongside your drinks, so do indulge. Cheers!"

  "Cheers!" Amara, Lykaa, and Flanco responded in unison, raising their glasses in a convivial toast.

  Vysag, seated quietly, observed with a sense of contentment as Akagoan smiled and engaged warmly with the others. The sight brought him solace, knowing that this gathering might herald a new chapter of camaraderie and mutual understanding between Akagoan and the group.

  "How do you find your time here?"Akagoan inquired with genuine interest.

  Flanco, with a broad grin, replied, "Thus far, it has been quite enjoyable, but today, especially now, it has become even more delightful."

  Akagoan, displaying modesty, responded, "It is but a small courtesy, given that Vysag has been your sole guide."

  He continued, "I understand that you, as warriors and healers, seek to learn, experience, and grow, and Tadu might not be the ideal place for such pursuits. However, your decision to come here and lend your aid to our state is something I deeply value."

  With a generous offer, he added, "Should you desire anything further, be it exotic fish or any other seafood, please do not hesitate to inform me. I shall see to it that your wishes are fulfilled."

  Flanco let out a hearty chuckle and responded, "Come now, Akagoan! With your generous offerings of drink and local delicacies, I could not possibly ask for more. Save for the hope that this marks the commencement of many delightful libations to come."

  Akagoan nodded with warmth, saying, "Indeed, we shall share many more drinks together. Yet, I cannot help but wonder if there is aught else I might assist you with."

  At this juncture, the ladies were beginning to feel the effects of their inebriation.

  In a fit of tipsiness, Lykaa exclaimed, "Well, there is something you could help us with!"

  Astraa quickly nudged Lykaa, her tone urgent as she whispered, "Lykaa, do not!"

  In her slightly intoxicated state, Lykaa waved away Astraa's concerns with a casual shrug. "Oh, Astraa, do relax. Akagoan is a friend; he will not take offense," she said, gently brushing aside Astraa’s restraining hand.

  With an air of enthusiasm, Lykaa turned to Akagoan and declared, "Akagoan! Would you consider taking me under your wing? As a healer, I have been profoundly impressed by your mastery. Might you consent to be my mentor?"

  Astraa and Vysag watched with a measure of apprehension, uncertain how Akagoan might respond to this unexpected request. Sensing the growing tension, Flanco interjected, "Pay no mind to her; she’s simply a bit inebriated. Let us instead have another drink," he suggested, aiming to steer the conversation in a more comfortable direction.

  However, Akagoan, fixing his gaze upon Lykaa with a contemplative expression, inquired, "Is this truly your desire?"

  Lykaa, with a hint of earnestness and a slight pout, affirmed, "Yes, it is. So, will you consent to be my mentor?"

  A warm smile spread across Akagoan's face as he replied, "If this is indeed your genuine wish, I would be most pleased to take you under my guidance."

  Astraa, taken aback by this unexpected development, exclaimed, "Wait, what?!"

  Amara, keen not to be left out, added with a touch of frustration, "That's not quite fair! I also wished to learn. As a healer myself, I should be given the opportunity."

  With a playful glint in his eye, Akagoan responded, "In that case, both Amara and Lykaa, you shall be my apprentices henceforth. But for now, let us revel in the moment with another drink!" He raised his glass in a jovial toast.

  Lykaa, her heart brimming with joy at the prospect of being trained by Akagoan, enveloped him in a tight embrace, nearly causing her to topple from her seat.

  Akagoan, somewhat taken aback by her enthusiasm, chuckled softly and said, "Steady there, lest you topple over."

  Amara, her face alight with a mixture of delight and mild inebriation, placed her hand gratefully upon his shoulder and offered her heartfelt thanks.

  Meanwhile, Flanco rose to his feet, draping an arm affectionately around Akagoan's shoulders, and declared, "Hold on a moment! Akagoan is my drinking companion first and foremost, and only then your instructor. I claim first rights."

  This proclamation ignited a light-hearted and playful tussle among the trio of Amara, Flanco, and Lykaa, their jovial spirits evident in their frolicsome exchange.

  Astraa could not conceal her vexation as she observed her companions drawing ever closer to Akagoan.

  It dismayed her to witness how readily they could overlook his earlier rudeness. Despite the revelation of his true character, he had still misjudged them and chosen to behave in such a manner.

  Akagoan's sudden warmth and affable demeanor served only to irk Astraa further, for she was not one to easily overlook such transgressions. Her pride and sense of self-worth were far too substantial to simply acquiesce to this abrupt change in conduct.

  Reaching the limits of her patience, Astraa declared, "I find myself rather fatigued. I believe I shall return to our quarters."

  "But why? We are having such a delightful time, and Akagoan's company is truly enjoyable," protested Lykaa.

  "Indeed, Astraa, do stay a while longer. It has been some time since we allowed ourselves such merriment," Flanco urged.

  Astraa, her demeanor remaining composed, replied, "Not this evening, perhaps on another occasion. Please, continue to enjoy yourselves."

  Unperturbed by Astraa's decision and lost in their own inebriated revelry, Lykaa, Amara, and Flanco paid little heed to her departure.

  "Very well then. Return to the cottage safely. We shall join you shortly," Lykaa advised with a hint of concern, despite her slightly inebriated state.

  Akagoan, observing the situation, interjected, "Vysag, ensure that the lady is not left to traverse alone. See to her safety, considering she is your guest?"

  Vysag, acquiescing to Akagoan’s suggestion, nodded in agreement. "Indeed, Astraa, wait a moment. I shall escort you back."

  With a resolute gaze directed at Akagoan, Astraa responded, "I am quite capable of managing on my own. I am no fragile maiden in need of rescue. Nonetheless, I appreciate your concern, Vysag."

  Flanco, with a hint of jest, remarked, "Do not be too concerned for her; she is stronger than all of us combined. If anything, you should be wary of her stirring up trouble."

  Lykaa, Amara, and Flanco laughed heartily, refilling their glasses with renewed enthusiasm.

  Astraa departed without a backward glance, her determination evident. Vysag, soon engrossed in lively conversation with Amara, Lykaa, and Flanco, was unaware of the lingering unease in Akagoan’s mind

  Akagoan could not dispel the sense of disquiet that Astraa’s departure had left behind.

  "It appears our supply of spirits is dwindling," Akagoan remarked, seeking to shift the conversation.

  "What? What shall we do now?" Flanco inquired, a note of concern evident in his voice.

  "Akagoan, though I do not usually indulge in drink, I find myself eager for some today. Is there any possibility you might procure more for us?" Lykaa implored.

  "Alas, the tavern is likely closed at this hour, so I doubt you will find any," Vysag elucidated.

  "What shall we do then?" Amara asked, her inebriated state liberating her from her typical reticence.

  Akagoan let out a weary sigh. "If you truly desire more alcohol, grant me but a few moments. I have a reserve at my cabin. Stay here while I fetch it."

  "You are a veritable lifesaver," Flanco responded with genuine appreciation. "Vysag, do ensure their well-being until I return," Akagoan instructed before making his exit.

  As Akagoan departed, Vysag observed a curious shift in the atmosphere.

  Amara, Lykaa, and Flanco—were noticeably inebriated, and the remaining spirits seemed ample for their revelry.

  It dawned upon Vysag that had Akagoan not mentioned the dwindling supply, the request for more might never have arisen.

  It appeared that Akagoan had employed the pretense of procuring additional alcohol as a stratagem to leave, though Vysag was unable to discern the precise motive behind this maneuver.

  Meanwhile, Akagoan, ostensibly on a mission to replenish their stock of liquor, caught sight of Astraa as she made her way toward her quarters.

  "Astraa, hold a moment," he called out, hastening to close the distance between them.

  “What brings you here, Akagoan? I made it explicitly clear that I did not require an escort,” she said with a firm resolve, resuming her stride.

  "An escort?" Akagoan replied nonchalantly. "The company expressed a wish for more alcohol, so I thought to retrieve some."

  Astraa, unconvinced, muttered, “Ah, another of your fabrications.”

  Akagoan’s expression showed genuine bewilderment. “What do you mean?”

  Stopping in her tracks, Astraa faced him directly.

  “I know full well that you are here under the pretense of fetching liquor. The sudden urgency for more spirits from my companions, who seldom drink, rings hollow.

  Why must you always cloak your intentions in deceit? Could you not simply be honest for once?” Her frustration was evident in her voice.

  "Very well," Akagoan confronted her, his gaze steady. "If it is transparency you seek, then perhaps you might begin by revealing why you truly chose to depart."

  Astraa was momentarily taken aback, her thoughts struggling to coalesce into a coherent response. Akagoan's probing inquiries stirred her emotions, prompting a vehement reaction.

  “What’s wrong?” Akagoan pressed. “Are you one of those who embrace honesty only when it is convenient?”

  The question struck a chord with Astraa, igniting a fervent response. “I have never been one to falsify or withhold the truth. Even now, the only reason I refrain from speaking plainly is to avoid causing undue hurt to others,” she declared, her voice charged with intensity.

  Astraa's agitation mounted as she spoke, her voice growing more fervent with each utterance.

  "The true reason I departed... is you," she retorted, her voice trembling with barely contained fury. "It’s the facade of kindness and warmth you put on for my friends. They accept this sudden shift in your demeanor without a hint of skepticism, and that enrages me! But what offends me even more is your pretense of concern, your attempt to accompany me under the guise of care. It... it makes me want to strike you in the face!" Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and she gasped for breath, overcome by the force of her emotions.

  “Then do it,” Akagoan dared, his tone resolute.

  Astraa stared at him in astonishment. “What?” she asked, bewildered.

  “Strike me,” Akagoan repeated, his gaze now earnest and unyielding.

  Astraa fixed her gaze upon him, then, in a moment of profound self-awareness, turned away.

  “You are right; this amiable demeanor is not true to my nature. Today, I made an effort to present myself in a more agreeable manner because your presence and that of your companions might contribute to Tadu’s prosperity, which would in turn benefit me. However, unlike your friends, you have discerned my true nature, and for that, I am genuinely sorry. If delivering a blow to me would bring you satisfaction, I would accept it willingly.

  Or perhaps, as an alternative, I could simply remove myself from your lives entirely?” Akagoan proposed.

  Astraa remained mute in response to Akagoan’s offer of parting.

  “It seems this is what you desire,” Akagoan remarked with a melancholic smile, then turned to leave.

  “Lies! More deceit upon deceit! How can you bear to live such a life?” Astraa cried out in frustration.

  Akagoan looked perpplexed, his confusion evident.

  “That haughty and insolent demeanor, that is not the essence of who you are. This—this is who you truly are,” Astraa declared with unyielding intensity.

  “I know of how you generously relinquished the three silver coins you earned from your healing. And was not your confrontation with the Rhandan warriors at the tavern done in our defense?”

  Akagoan was visibly taken aback, his surprise evident as he began to walk away.

  “I am at a loss as to what you are referring,” he said.

  “It is not merely my perception; the truth is widely known,” Astraa continued with a hint of triumph. “Vysag has divulged your true nature to all. That is why Lykaa and Flanco extend their camaraderie to you, and, much to my astonishment, even Amara does.”

  Akagoan regarded her with a slight smile and posed the question, "If you were already privy to so much, then what compelled you to depart? Why does my presence provoke such ire within you?"

  "I would not characterize it as anger but rather as frustration," Astraa clarified.

  "Frustration? " Akagoan urged.

  "Vysag informed me that you don this facade of rudeness, convinced that people—especially the feeble—will exploit your kindness until they have drained you of your worth, only to betray you when they are satisfied. However, you were also brusque towards me and my companions upon our initial encounter, despite your lack of knowledge regarding our true characters, which vexed me deeply.

  Furthermore, upon recognizing that we were not as wretched as you presumed, you chose to reveal your authentic self. Yet, throughout all of this, you have failed to extend an apology for your earlier conduct, and that has left a lingering discontent within me," Astraa confessed, her voice steady and sincere.

  A soft chuckle escaped Akagoan’s lips. “You are indeed a remarkable individual,” he remarked, his tone laced with amusement.

  “So, what is it you desire now?” he continued, his gaze penetrating. “Would you have me offer an apology to you and your companions, or perhaps soothe your vexation?”

  Astraa’s smile remained shrewd. “Not quite,” she responded, her voice unruffled.

  Akagoan, both intrigued and somewhat surprised by her answer, inquired with a touch of irony, “What is it that your highness expects from me?”

  Astraa leaned in, her eyes earnest and her frustration waning. “I am aware of who you truly are,” she began, her voice softening, “and I know that now, with my knowledge laid bare, you would readily offer an apology. My friends are indifferent to such gestures, but the people of Tadu, they harbor a deep disdain for you and will forever regard you as a villain. Perhaps you have misjudged them as you did us. So, if you are earnest in your desire to make amends, it is to them that your apology should be directed as well.”

  “Astraa...,” Akagoan began, his gaze earnest and revealing a depth of sincerity long veiled beneath his exterior.

  “The reason for my newfound cordiality and my attempts to make amends stem from my initial misjudgment of you and your companions. Your insight was true; a measure of my guilt drives my current demeanor. I have endeavored to present to you a more affable and warm side of myself, seeking to atone for my prior conduct.

  But in the brief span of these two days, I have come to recognize the error in my initial assessment of your group.Yet, having resided in Tadu for the past five years, I have encountered few who merit such descriptions, save for Sir Filic, Lady Sila, and Vysag.”

  “And if I am to speak with complete candor,” Akagoan continued, “it was none other than you, Astraa, who, like a beacon of truth amidst a tempest of my misconceptions, revealed the profound blunder I had committed in misjudging your esteemed companions.”

  Astraa, her voice softening like the delicate murmur of an evening breeze, asked with genuine curiosity, "Me... What could I have possibly done?"

  Akagoan, lost in a reverie, let his eyes wander to the distant horizon. After a contemplative pause, he began to weave his recollection with grandiose eloquence.

  "Do you recall our initial meeting? You and Lykaa, with the fervor of devoted crusaders, implored me to save Rohu.

  Initially, I regarded you as mere actors in a grand play of virtue, fulfilling the societal expectations of gallant heroes. Thus, I responded with a veneer of rudeness and scorn, testing the mettle of your character. Yet, you, steadfast and unyielding, maintained your grace and dignity."In that fateful moment," Akagoan continued, his voice trembling with a mix of awe and emotion, "you relinquished your own pride to salvage a life, displaying a nobility that transcended mere heroism.

  And then, at the tumultuous brawl in the tavern—before my intervention—there you stood, like a beacon of valor, confronting those formidable warriors from Rhanda. You faced them with unshakable courage, defending Vysag, a man with whom you had but a fleeting acquaintance.

  It was in that dramatic confrontation, in that act of unyielding bravery, that I beheld the true essence of your character, the sublime and extraordinary person you are."

  As Akagoan spoke, his words flowed with the grace of a heartfelt ode, each syllable imbued with a symphony of admiration and reverence for Astraa’s noble character.

  His voice trembled with the weight of sincerity, every phrase meticulously carved with respect and awe. The depth of his gaze and the fervor of his praise seemed to linger in the air, an unspoken testament to his profound regard.

  Astraa, captivated by the earnest intensity of his expression, found herself momentarily silenced. Her hazel eyes remained fixed on his dark, penetrating gaze, absorbing the gravity of his words. It was a rare occasion for her to receive such profound commendation; her usual accolades had always centered on her skills.

  Yet here was Akagoan, the last person she would have expected to offer such heartfelt praise, revealing a depth of observation and appreciation that caught her completely off guard. The unexpected nature of his praise, coming from one she had judged as aloof and distant, left her both astonished and deeply moved.

  This unforeseen convergence between two seemingly disparate souls unveiled a profound layer of understanding and connection that neither had anticipated when their paths first intertwined in Tadu.

  As this charged moment lingered in the air, poised delicately between them, the quiet tension was abruptly shattered by the sound of Vysag’s voice, his tone laced with urgency.

  "Akagoan! A little help here," Vysag called out, his words slicing through the intimate atmosphere. Struggling beneath the weight of both Lykaa and Amara, who, deep in their inebriation, could scarcely support themselves, he strained to keep them upright. Their earlier laughter had dissolved into the heavy haze of intoxication, leaving Vysag barely managing to steady them.

  In an instant, Akagoan's demeanor shifted from the tender exchange to immediate action. The caring nature, which had only just begun to surface, now fully took the reins as he moved swiftly to assist his beleaguered companion.

  "Astraa, see to it that Vysag and the girls reach the cottage safely. I'll tend to Flanco," Akagoan said, his voice calm yet commanding, revealing the quiet strength within him.

  Without hesitation, Astraa wrapped her arm around Lykaa, steadying her, and gave a silent nod of assent.

  As she and Vysag guided their inebriated friends towards the cottage, her thoughts drifted back to Akagoan.

  She chanced a glance over her shoulder, catching sight of him as he carefully attended to the unconscious Flanco. In that moment, as she watched his compassionate care, something within her softened.