Strangely, the more Ishiah thought about it, the more ways in which he could see himself being categorized in the same group as Trixa. Once, they were immortals. Once, they had fought in a war to create a safe grounds, where any creature could stay without fear of persecution. Now, they were only three out of an entire world that had made it to Tabula Rasa, three of a group that used to be twice that size. And although their circles of friends did not entirely overlap, there was that bond that tied them together as well.

"Whether we need to or not, I'm sure we'll stick together regardless," he said at last, raising the glass again in thanks as he made his way over to the hut's entrance. "If there's anything you need, you know where to find me, Trixa."