The monk stopped and turned towards the old Druid, listening to what the man had to ask from him. His first question on its own was already a grave insult to the brotherhood and that was visible from his face. The wounded monk's sour mood did not get any better as this old fart continued in their disrespectful tone. While he did not know that Torus was finished by the point he finally had enough, he hit his staff against the floor. "Enough!" the monk barked, agitated enough to break the tranquillity expected of his kind.

He took a few deep breaths, calming down considerably before actually answering the Druid's inquiries. "Leosin, our master, has been investigating these raider for [i]months[/i], yet the first thing you ask is whether he ran away in shame. What sort of a disciple would even consider finding again a master that showed naught but cowardice? No, I fear his bravery has outdone itself and that he might have tried to infiltrate the cult's ranks." The monk tried to stand up straight but winced in pain as their hurt leg got too much weight on itself in the process, forcing him to return to the slightly hunched down posture.

"You ask what is so special about him. There may not be a man in these lands that knows more about those raiders than him, outside of their ranks that is. All I would ask is that you see whether the cult has captured him... all his work going to waste... I dread the possibility", they finished replying to Torus' questioning with a shake of their head. Maybe seeking out this master would be worth their time after all?

[@The Harbinger of Ferocity][@Norschtalen][@Gordian Nought][@Ryonara][@Lucius Cypher]