This reunion was unexpected. Their shouts stirred the sleeping Sangfroid, who from just seeing someone from outside the cave, immediately got his bow and arrow to shoot!
"No! Sangfroid, don't!" Leron stopped him in time, putting a hand on his chest. "It's an old friend, Yulio. The one who challenged me to a swordfight."
Sangfroid regarded the man with the bright orange hair that looked like flames with unwavering suspicion. "Are you sure this is your friend, Your Highness? What if it's the creature wearing his face? Mandrien can do that."
"Mandrien manifests in dreams only." Vladstin said.
"We cannot be careless." Sangfroid did not put down his weapon.
Yulio slowly raised his hand, staggering. "Wait! I can attest my identity as a high guard of Faldenhorf. Whoever this Mandrien is, it is not me! Look!"
