"My name is Khüch Khan... Let me not beat around the bush," he looked at Benjamin in the eyes, his red ones fierce and intense, burning with a fire that spoke of decades of leadership and countless battles. "I only wish to favor the woman for what her kin did for my tribe long ago. But I also knew you will come one day... I need something different from you."
"..."
Benjamin knew he could handle most things anyone could throw at him.
He had faced down monsters that would make normal beings weep, survived encounters that should have killed him, and stared into the abyss without trembling many times.
His power was vast, his abilities formidable, his confidence unshakeable in most circumstances. But he was still nervous.
There was something about this situation that felt off, something that his instincts were screaming at him to pay attention to. The chief's red eyes had held a desperation that belied his commanding presence, a need that went beyond simple pride or ambition.
