This old man is close to advancing to the next realm, but he refuses the resources that Dad wants to give him. If it weren't for those injuries…
He looked at the old man's missing right arm and his blinded right eye. The scar that stretched from the right side of his forehead down to his chin was visible.
These scars were something he had sustained during the last battle he had participated in together with Lucas.
It was during the war against the barbarians.
The two exchanged greetings and some small talk.
Alaric was careful not to mention anything related to the barbarians for this might trigger the retired warrior's past trauma.
"How are the Saber-fanged Wolves doing?" Alaric asked. This was his purpose for this visit.
Cassius smiled faintly as he replied. "You came at the right time, my lord. Follow me. It is better to show you the results."
Before leaving, the old warrior whispered something to the leader of the beast pack.
