"Lord Edward. It is nice to make acquaintance with you," Came out from the mouth of the handsome man in the middle of the bridge.
"Who are you?!" Frigs said in an agitated tone. "Return Henry to me and I will leave the northern part of the city alone,"
The man chuckled and shrugged, "Well, I could be anyone. I could be your nightmare or your saviour from the imperial army, who knows?"
It was at that moment Frigs noticed; the man felt out of place. The town of Balajah, serving as the hub of land transportation between the northern and southern parts of empire, sure is rich. But the man looks was richer than others.
His body was covered by clean and smooth silk, rings with diamonds or precious gems embedded in it were wrapping his finger. Around him too were soldiers, bodyguards, their big bodies covered in full steel, some of the parts similar to that of a plate armour with their face covered by a helmet completely.
