Never judge a book by its cover. The prettiest flower hides the most poisonous thorn. The Mana Pressure and the unadulterated killing intent that Havelar's companion exudes are enough to make my spine tingle. I quirk an eyebrow as I turn to him. I am not one of the challengers, so I don't get why he is being hostile toward me.
Unsurprisingly, the hooded bastard doesn't even turn to me. He keeps looking at his three challengers as if they are the only people present. I want to be petty, but I figure I don't want to be involved in the whole shenanigans any further. I counter the pressure just enough to negate it. My action causes the hooded bastard to turn to me instead.
"Are you not going to join us?" he asks softly with a hint of expectation in his tone.
"My Liege is not interested in your alliance," I answer neutrally.
"You can test yourself against me."
"I am afraid I will break you."
