The smile on Xion's face didn't falter, but his eyes sharpened ever so slightly at the mention of the North.
It was subtle, so subtle that most wouldn't have noticed. But for someone like Ravik, trained to pick up even the smallest cues, it was as clear as a drawn blade.
Still, Xion's voice remained light, almost amused. "The North, hm? That's quite the walk for you."
Ravik nodded. His hair fell over his eyes, hiding the emotion stirring within. "We were here to find some mana-rich ores, and then I got into an accident."
"So, did you find those 'ores'?"
"My fellow members did, my lord."
Xion tilted his head, studying him with quiet scrutiny. "And you were thought to be dead when they left you, I presume."
Ravik just stood there without saying anything. He didn't need to when it was not even a question but a statement.
"No accent," Xion murmured to himself, but his voice was loud enough to fall on Ravik's sharp ears.
