Korius sighed, "I wasn't with the group either, Drevo. Now this party has already killed 2 Guardians, and all we've fought so far were just menial lackeys and idiots who are looking for a quick Guilder. Two territories no longer under their grip, and there's not so much as even an assassin out to get us, let alone a Guardian's personal killers. Every Guardian in history had their own personal squad of covert assassins. Koara was probably the only one that ever had only one. But there are plenty out there who do their jobs and do it well. Some are even as strong as I was when you all first met me. I've been expecting them since the moment you all stepped into my smith shop." He then turned to White as he spoke, "As far as I've seen since I've joined you all, there never has been any unity. The only reason we're still together is because the majority of you lot are the Destined who were prophesied to bring the end to the Guardians, and the fact that we need each other to survive. It's a manner of co-existence, not friendship. What we get from this adventure is our own, personally. I merely need all of you alive as long as possible since I think every little bit will count."