Hadjar suspected that he and Einen had fought against the weakest monsters they had and that the ones that came next would be much more dangerous. When a person straddled the line between life and death every day... Well, Hadjar wasn’t going to drink alcohol, but he would probably become addicted to deep meditation.
They went to the pier. When the ferryman informed them that getting ferried across the river would cost them a coin, the friends glanced at each other, silently pulled off their caftans, and dived into the water. The ferryman looked at them with a mixture of disgust and surprise, but they didn’t care.
After crossing the river, pleasantly refreshed by the icy water, they climbed directly onto the embankment of a busy avenue. Wet, bald, barefoot, and with their caftans folded
