「 Skill Point ― Ranger 」

It wasn't hard to find the chosen one. Just follow the sweet scent of berries and you're sure to find the drunk, flat out, brain-boggled, and with reaction speeds that of a fish stuck in ice.

For some reason, unknown to even himself, he sought out his blood brother. With his nose to the wind, he navigated the valleys of the isle with precision. Traversing this kind of terrain was second nature to the boy now, even if he still had much to learn, to solidify in his training.

As per, he found Fenrir on the floor. The golden boy paused in his approach at the sight, his lip twitching in a slight grimace. The blue and beige boy was a mess, at least in comparison to himself.

Brother, you stink. Asgeir grunted, never one to be nice, even if seeing his sibling in such a state caused something to stir uncomfortably within him. Feelings weren't something he'd opted in for in this life, nor would it be the next.