Sunny studied the old woman's armor, hesitated for a few moments, then looked at the Chain Breaker with doubt.
He felt rather impatient to meet Dusk of Fallen Grace, but reminded himself to keep calm and take it one step at a time.
"...We've yet to moor our ship."
The old warrior bowed again.
"Everything will be taken care of."
'How convenient…'
These ancient soldiers did not seem like much of a threat. The old woman was an Awakened, but the rest were mundanes. Sunny had no doubt that he would be able to escape any ambush or trap they could potentially lure him into… and it didn't even seem like there would be a trap.
Still, he didn't like the idea of leaving their only means of escaping Fallen Grace behind.
