Alavin eyed him with a hint of suspicion, "Why tell me this?"
Balder's plump, fair hands patted Alavin's arm reassuringly. His smile was comical and wide. "Just looking to make a friend, that's all."
"I appreciate the gesture." Alavin returned the pat, finding Balder's arm surprisingly firm.
"Don't go just yet, let's chat a bit more." Balder blocked Alavin's path, nodding towards a nearby copse of trees. "Let's talk in there. I swear on my family's honor, it's nothing untoward."
"Honor among merchants? Does your family even know what that is?"
"Now, now, that's a bit harsh. In trade, trust is everything. Come on, let's walk…" Balder firmly drew Alavin into the secluded depths of the neighboring woods.
His reputation in Cobalt Strike was decent; known as a wolf in sheep's clothing, at least he wasn't one to stab you in the back. Whenever he crossed paths with Alavin, he always greeted him with a nod and a beaming smile from afar.
"Alavin, you've had a tough eight years, persevering from the age of seven, never bowing to anyone, constantly fighting against dark forces, and carving out a name for yourself with your own fists. In the Novice Mage circles, you've caused quite the stir... Ah, wait, don't go, come on..."
Alavin looked at him, exasperated. "What do you want?"
"Well... ahem, it's a bit embarrassing to say."
"If you're embarrassed, then maybe it's best left unsaid. Farewell."
"Wait, wait! Alright, I'll say it."
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