Chapter 109: The aid and the void, act II
"So, who's this special man?" the chief continued, completely unaware of the king's slow but mighty anger that threatened to implode the more he spoke. "He can't be more handsome than me, can he?"
Ceremus nearly scoffed at those words.
The more the conversation went on, the more confused Atilla became. Just what in the world is going on here?
Meanwhile, the other men who had accompanied their chief were not the least bit surprised. This was a rather normal occurrence for their leader. It was a trait they could do without, but since Kishar was such a respected figure in the village and the Brotherhood, they had no choice but to put up with it.
There's always a bit of insanity in every genius, after all.
Ceremus, on the other hand, had long since grown tired of the pointless chatter. It was obvious to him that no one here wanted to engage in a fight with him, so he saw no point in staying. Every second they lingered was a second Hael was drawing closer to death. He couldn't afford to entertain them.
Ceremus regarded them for a long moment, then, without warning, turned his back and strode toward his horse.
"If you gentlemen have nothing else, we will be taking our leave," he said calmly.
Kishar's brow arched, but instead of taking offense, he laughed—a rich, full-bodied sound. "Oh, I like you."
Orion, however, was far less amused. His fingers twitched slightly, as if resisting the urge to reach for his weapon. "You still haven't told us why you are here. These regions are part of our territory, and—"
Kishar raised a hand, stopping Orion mid-sentence. Orion looked at him questioningly but steeled himself at the stern look on his face.