There is a part of me that desired to test my newest acquisition, but the patrol was clearly not prepared enough for this sort of attack. And so, it was not necessary. The Valheim dogs were extinguished plenty fast without it.

I flick the blood from my blade and sheath it.

A... mystrel?

---A mystrel who looks quite familiar.

Is that---

No. The time for assessing him further can wait. For the moment, I must focus on his words.

City of the dead.

I am uncertain how to respond to this. There was no news of such a thing occurring until this very moment. Not even the slightest hint of it.

---No. That's not entirely true. The nature of the Valheim patrol was strange, and they hadn't been looking for us at all. But that still didn't imply anything about the state of the city.

Mathiassen-san has taken the lead, and there is no reason not to follow his intent. As such, I can simply take a position opposite to him, in order to prevent a hasty escape for the mystrel. He needs to answer these questions, and he needs to answer them quickly before anything else can be done.