A dense gloom had spread between Komer and the Chief of the Sanjia Tribe, and even after Dvanch and his two companions had left, it lingered stubbornly. Cross-armed and watching the resolute figure of Dvanch departing, Komer felt a tinge of regret. He hadn't wanted to confront the issue in this way, but if the other side insisted on forcing his hand, he certainly wouldn't mind.
"Lord, it seems we have underestimated the will of the barbarians after all," Neptune, standing behind Komer, said with some dissatisfaction. His brown hair was neatly brushed, and the fitting half-coat he wore clung to his slightly thin body, which still looked well-proportioned. The spirited gray eyes above his straight nose gave off an impression of vitality.
