"Aaaaargh!" Tommee thrust his long sword on the misshapen ground, right where Sayeth's body previously laid on.
"Where is the Kingslayer?"
A question meant for the werewolf. Tommee's shredded face seemingly grew scarier. He truly looked as if he was ready to murder someone. Probably him, as he was in the vicinity and knew about what just happened.
The only guarantee that the Whiterock Guard would not attack him was that Tero knew where Heon was.
Gathering all of his courage, the werewolf lifted his hands in a placating manner. "I'll bring you to him, but we need to talk first before you go for his head."
Tommee closed the distance with heavy steps. Long swords dragged behind him, creating a line which could end up across his chest. "I'll go for your furry head too, if you dare to cross me."
Tero gulped. Nodding afterwards.
