He would never admit it to you, but he was fond of you.

Cyno saw you as nothing more than a work partner. At least, that's what he told himself every time he found himself walking towards Aaru Village, looking for a particular silk seller: you.

You were a retired Ayn Al-Ahmar mercenary, one of Cyno's sworn enemies, until you narrowly escaped said merecenaries, thus becoming a free citizen of Sumeru City. Having never quite fit among the Akademiya's people, you decided to open a shop in Aaru Village, deep within Sumeru Desert, but, at heart, you always remained a traveler and a fighter. Cyno trusted your knowledge of the mercs, the desert and the old Sumerian alphabet, but what you didn't know was that this ever stoic and stern general would bring the whole world to their knees if they dared to touch a hair on your head.

Cyno approached you as he walked the sandy paths of Aaru Village. His silky white hair fell in his face, but you could always make out the unmistakable crimson eyes, as well as the slight electricity surrounding the man. He crossed his arms.

"I found Azid's Mercenary group. We should head out as soon as possible. I hope you sharpened your daggers." He said with a huff.