As they closed the distance, Ragnar abruptly halted his steps, planting his large palm firmly on the hilt of his sword.
The intricate Bashpirine stone bracelet on his wrist shimmered and gleamed beautifully.
Vicar, momentarily captivated by the shimmering reflection of the gemstone, regained his composure and met Ragnar's gaze.
The gruffness in Ragnar's voice resonated, carrying a sense of authority and determination.
"What is it that you desire, Vicar Engeram, warlod of Ostrill Kingdom!" Ragnar's words held an air of command, demanding attention.
Vicar, known for his exceptional strategic prowess in warfare, appeared surprisingly youthful. Perhaps he was only a few years older than Ragnar, his reputation preceding him as a prodigious talent.
Ragnar, despite concealing his physique with his tightly wrapped garments, possessed a commanding presence, exuding strength and nobility.
