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Kain was a reluctant capture; he was not one to give up so easily. In this current reality, he would felt stupid for falling to drink at that moment, nonetheless, being poison and taken against his own will. Realizing this as well, made the crusader slightly chuckle. He had been in worse situations before, he’d thought, maybe he’ll get out of here alive. Kain then coughed to get the dwarf’s attention. Which was no small feat, considering the current state of their extremely harsh climate.
“This almost reminds me of when we first met...” Kain said under breath.
Magnus smiled, but only briefly.
“Back in Romania?” the dwarf replied, cautiously. “tracking that damned troll that was hiding in the mountains?”
“That was the one.” Kain replied. “All before Merlyn left—”
“I heard the opposite,” interrupted the dwarf. “I heard you left your master’s lessons.”
“Nonetheless of who abandoned who, I was still in the habit of using his alchemy back then. Whom am I kidding; I’m still using it now. Well—not right now.”
Magnus stood silent, trying his best not to continue their talk.
“I wish I had one of his tricks now...” Kain said under his breath.