The man bowed and said, "I am Bryan, General of the White Wardens, greetings to you, Edward of Mercia and Wood the Rough,"
Wood chuckled, "Well, that name is long forgotten… But the tales wander on the mouth of my friends, no?"
Frigs chuckled slightly when he heard Wood's words, but soon, the place was filled with tension as no one dared to talk. Trying to cool the ice, Wood faced Bryan and asked, "So, what is the problem this time?"
Bryan answered with full elegance, "My man simply won a duel when he used some magic. There was no rule stating that the magic was not allowed, but it seems that Mason, can't accept that he lost,"
Frigs stood there silently as he saw Mason slightly agitated, "Well, your man, killed mine! The duel was supposed to be non-lethal, but because you decided to send some magician to fight a normal soldier that knows nothing of magic, is it fair?"
