Cain and the king walked together down to the training ground. The king kept staring at Cain thinking he was a bit weird.
"You don't seem to mind standing with the king, why is that?" Baltos asked.
Cain turned toward him with a puzzled face, "A king who lets civilians into his castle isn't someone to care about formality, especially when his daughter's life is on the line. You feel more at ease if I wasn't sugarcoating every word I say to you, right."
Baltos smiled, he would have thought Cain just answered his call for fear or greed had he been too polite. "You know Baltos, I was serious when I said you should pick a blade up. My father is here in the capital, and you two will get along well."
"Your father? I would love to meet him. Ah, we're there, look there she is." The king said pointing toward a woman that was standing alone in the training hall.
