"Who's the brat? We're not running a kindergarten." A man scoffed with a gruff voice.
He was large and had bulky shoulder muscles.
A long, brown bushy beard with silver streaks covered his chin.
Before Tyrene could reply, Helix spoke.
"Hello. My name is Sir Helix Margrave, a Knight of the Alzerian Royal Guard." He interjected.
"Hah!? Knight? Royal Guard?" The man asked with a bewildered expression.
"Are you joking!? Hawhawhawhawhaw!"
He erupted into laughter, bending over and holding his sides with his hands.
"And I'm the Parkeet of Silcock!" He roared.
"If that's true, then Alzeria isn't as strong as it once was!"
Helix watched the man with a calm face.
Tyrene wasn't so calm.
She was about to beat the man senseless and denote her credentials, but Helix stopped her with his hand.
"General Lackbolt, I am quite serious." Helix announced.
"Is there a way that I can prove that my presence here is justified?"
