"Who the hell are you?" Arin shouted at the figure.
But all he got in response was a vicious snarl.
A voice came from the side, "Let the poor bastard breathe, will ya? How's he supposed to spit out an answer if you're choking the life outta him?"
Arin and the Beastman turned toward the source of the voice to find Ragna standing there.
So, she did not leave!
"Why are you here?" Arin asked, "You were supposed to return to Inn!"
"I never left, ya big fool!" she smiled at Arin, "Just held back a bit to make sure no one was tailin' me.
Then, yeah, I figured it was takin' too long.
But don't go gettin' mad at me now!
Ain't 'cause I don't trust ya, alright?
It's just this damn city—it's got a stink to it, like trouble's lurkin' 'round every corner.
Ya know that better than anyone, don't ya?
I just couldn't risk it."
Arin smiled and nodded at her.
She walked toward them, her massive Warhammer resting casually on her shoulder.
