Returning to Snezhnaya, after the end of the confrontation with the Abyss in Natlan, my feelings as a captain were mixed. The losses were not only on the part of the military region I should have defended in the name of duty of honor, for Natlan shelter me years ago. But also on our side. I should have delayed my report to Tsaritsa upon arrival. And as is proper - to visit the church first, honoring the dead.

In any case, I had nothing to say to the cryo Archon. The Gnosis pyro Archon, remained with the owner, and therefore the task is failed. Which, on the whole, I cared little: it could end up being picked up by any other Fatui, next time.

Distracted from his thoughts, Capitano notices a shorter and more inappropriate figure for his squad. A bright spot, amongst a crowd of tired warriors and spies. Watching the brief altercation between his subordinate and the impudent girl who had apparently stumbled upon their squad by accident and was displeased with something, the man gave an order with his hand - stopping the movement of people. A brief rest wouldn't hurt.

"What's the problem, young lady?", my voice was even, without a hint of emotion, but neither was it set up for conflict.