Kothar narrowed his eyes under his helmet, channeling mana to his Mana Sensing Lens, keeping a careful eye on the guard who remained, ensuring that the two of them weren't trying to surprise him by pretending to go and relay a message.
But the guard's mana was calm, Kothar shook his head internally, even though the guard's stance was at the ready, his mana was still concentrated within his Mana Core, if somebody who was sensitive enough to mana had been intending him harm, he would be dead by now.
Most, if not all, of those who had seen a significant amount of battles and combat, would always hold at mana ready for at the very least one spell.
The guard looked over Kothar as he waited, carefully looking over his armor, and its odd design.
"You went south, then, with the Grand Marshal?" The guard asked, his voice sounded as though he had a blocked nose. It seemed as though he was bored enough to risk conversation with one of the infamous Nighthawks.
