Alfred swaggered up to Marshall, a smug grin on his face as he presented the severed head of the Direwolf. He tossed it onto the table, the force causing the various items atop it to clatter.
Marshall's eyes widened in shock as he examined the head. He had never expected Alfred to come back alive, let alone complete the challenge. "How did you kill it?" Marshall spat, his voice filled with disbelief and something akin to fear.
Alfred's smirk only widened at the question. "By being resourceful and cunning."
"You think I'm a fool?" Marshall retorted, his face reddening. "You better tell me the truth or else—"
