Remus had joined Nestoras's group around the age of 14 and it was Alexander who had shown the boy the ropes, taking him under his tutelage and teaching him the various skills needed for the job.
And it was a status that stuck even five, almost six years later.
"Haha, do not be too humble yourself, Menes," To Menes's wholehearted praise, Remus chuckled politely, replying,
"I heard the men singing about your bravery too. How you stood at the very front lines fighting side by side without a care for your life."
"If it was Alexander, he would have surely run, hahaha." Remus jokingly chortled with a nasal groan.
But Menes did not certainly find it even the least bit funny.
"*Bang!* Who said that!" He boomed, smashing his enormous fist into the hard oak table and
destroying the amicable atmosphere with a thundering roar and unending fury.
"...." Add Remus immediately clamped his mouth shut.
