"A duel?" Sten asked. He lowered his sword, though his glare at Caym remained fierce. "At least you know some Ásján manners."
Ingrid looked at Caym with wide eyes. "Why is the Grand Commander suggesting a duel at this moment? He is not the type to speak of things carelessly," she silently pondered, her brows furrowing with concern.
She glanced around the courtyard and saw the growing number of people who had taken notice of their scene. "Oh, that is right. We must make sense of this," she thought. She turned her head to look back up at Caym. However, she found him already gazing at her.
Annoyed at the intimate scene, Sten interjected, placing his hand between their faces to break their gaze. "Tell me your terms," he snapped at Caym. "I'm ready to duel whenever you are."
