Ethan and Doran left Windmare with a very positive impression of both its Lord and its people.
Of course, Ethan wasn't about to abandon his plans over something so trivial.
Still, he would prefer to spare the Lord's life and that of his family, keeping him as a loyal subordinate.
Silverbrook, however, was a different story.
The village welcomed adventurers and kept its gates open, much like its neighbor, housing a population of just over a thousand and fifty souls.
The pair offered the guards a slight nod as they crossed beneath the gates, only to freeze in place a heartbeat later.
The subtle smiles on their faces vanished the instant a loud, shrill scream tore through the air.
In the middle of the street, right in front of the stately residence, stood the Lord of Silverbrook.
Well, whether such a pig deserved the title of lord was highly questionable.
He carried the powerful aura of a third-stage Awakened, but that was the only thing respectable about him.
