Leo and the rest stared blanky towards Frost, with their abilities laid out to bare it was hard to refute him. Frost's argument was sound.
"Hahahaaa" Leo let out a self-deprecating laugh, he was too conserved in his judgement, too wary of his uncle, not fully understanding the force that he brought to bear. He clutched his father's sword that hung at his waist, a peak 3 star weapon or even higher. Then he felt his chest plate and the mithril vest hidden underneath one a 3 star armour made of duram metal and the other at least 4 star.
