Adwerald Stalwart, a name I hoped I'd never hear again, and a face I despised perhaps even more than my grandfather. He was my older brother, the eldest in fact. He was always the arrogant, ambitious type. Father always said he inherited this trait from his grandfather. Back when I was a child, he joined the Chancellor's office and became a government official.
We never heard from him ever since. I even heard that he'd changed his name, refusing to live under my drunken father's name. Seeing him in Bodrick's house took me aback.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, clenching my sword's pommel even harder.
"Grandpa sent me here to get you," Adwerald said with a wide grin. "He knew you'd come for Bodrick. So he sent me here to intercept you."
