Brunks looked at Lexel across the square.
At the twenty positions that had been occupied by his men. At what those positions contained now. At the bonfire still burning between them, the light of it catching the Silver greaves that had appeared on the man's legs sometime in the last thirty seconds, catching the smirk that had been there since the gate and had not left through any of it.
He had been assessing since the gate.
"I've heard..." Brunks said as he crossed his arms. "There's a rising figure that blew up recently in Jaar's territory. He is a suspected Champion class, destined for greatness, yet he killed other fellow Champions, one in Einjaar. Things escalated and the Baron himself, that fat pig was killed by him too."
"What's my name?" asked Lexel, crossing his own arms.
Brunks furrowed, his eyes sharp. "Lexel Torga."
"Heh," Lexel taunted with his fingers, "Come."
