"Why are we treating this like a dungeon?" Bassena rolled his eyes, but then grinned in the next second. "But I'm always down for that."
"Well, it's ultimately your choice," Radia looked at Zein, who was still staring at the profile of some of the members they managed to find; mostly in their thirties.
The new generation--if their conjecture was correct. Those people should only be children, toddlers, and babies, when the fight happened. There was a probability that they knew nothing about the Paladin--that, if they were truly from the orthodox clan, and not the other one.
"Is that the only approach we could have?" Zein asked finally, after contemplating in silence for a long minute.
"We can wait until they approach you," Radia shrugged while twirling his small fruit fork around. "But who knows how long it would take. You're not exactly someone easy to meet, so they probably cooking up some elaborate plan first."