Sylvester interrupted the Inquisitor High Lord and stepped away from his seat.
"What happened, young bard?" Lord Inquisitor asked.
Sylvester slammed his foot on the ground and heard the sound. "Hmm… you have a cellar underneath this hall?"
The Baron appeared taken aback by Sylvester's direct gaze and cold tone. He sweated a little and nodded. "Y-Yes, great lord bard. We keep food and other items stored there."
"I wish to inspect it. Take me there." Sylvester ordered as he picked up his spear as well.
The Baron looked at Lord Inquisitor with a firm face. But it was clear that he was trying to push forward a strongman attitude to appear confident. "L-Lord Inquisitor, why am I being treated like this after I so graciously agreed to entertain your men and your visit?"
Thud!
