Vale marveled at the single fact about Isolde. The woman was smart and resourceful, carefully placing herself before him, not appearing like a threat or anything formidable.
Impressive.
And the way she always spoke, not quite declaring support for him and yet not directly against him either. "Well, it's good to know what to expect."
Impressive, and it would be a shame to kill her when he had to.
Her voice sounded curious as she asked, "Are you really content in the Hinterlands? Don't get me wrong, this is a great place if you are willing to hide and rot away, but you won't go far here. Even the Rifts and ruins here are subpar. You should see the world."
Vale frowned and thought about her words carefully. Indeed, he wanted to see the world. He always wanted more, but he also knew that he was going to use the Hinterlands as a footstone to step on, a foundation. If he couldn't even get the Hinterlands, what use was the outside world?
