"I should have known you'd do this" said Graynar clenching his teeth.
There stood Azaron and a legion of Sikaron cross bowmen.
"Hahaha..." he laughed in that strange irritating voice he had. "All in the line of duty sir Graynar. A small sacrefice to get me in the King's favour."
"Small sacrefice!" burst Graynar, his famous temper rising, " you've given the order to kill seven people of Sikaron!
" Like I said inexperienced one, small sacrefice. Hundreds of soldiers die in the battle field a day dear boy. Do you mourn them as much as a few worthless peasants?" said Azaron slowly departing the field with his convoy.
"why you-" Graynar said, while being cut off by Boldan.
"Don't waste your breath on this knave." said Boldan to Graynar, "Azaron isn't worth it. He's got the power to get you into trouble, just like last time."
"Once again you are correct my friend," said Graynar, observing Azaron leave. "But he is dangerous. I'll be happier once that man has left Sikaron."
As the day ended with the burial of the murdered peasants, Graynar and Boldan rushed to the castle for a great farewell feast. King Terran was leaving on a crusade against some Orcs with the entire Jayhontay army.
"What's the problem with the Orcs any way?" Boldan asked Graynar.
"Hurokol says they're raiding the Dwarves of Fayner again. King Terran wants to settle those Orcs once and for all."
"I'm glad we won't be going off on a quest anytime soon."
said Boldan.
"Hmm, you never know Boldan, you never know." said Graynar.