The instructor didn't move.
His eyes narrowed on the man in front of him as his hand tightened around the hilt of his greatsword.
"You've finally decided to show your true colors," he said, his voice flat. " So why did you bring us to this place?"
Adrian looked at him with something that resembled genuine regret, the kind one has when about to do something they would have preferred to avoid.
"Don't worry. You'll have answers to all your questions soon enough."
"Soon enough?" the instructor repeated. "What are you, some third-rate villain? Stop spouting nonsense and start talking, or don't blame me for what comes next."
He said it and immediately a flash of light burst from the ring on his finger, quickly taking the shape of what appeared to be a greatsword. He had understood that this wouldn't be resolved with words alone.
Adrian maintained his unsettling smile as he shook his head slowly.
