"Well, well," he sneered. "Looks like we found some traitors. The bounty on this group will be a fine haul, but rumor has it one of you is responsible for Lt. Daemon's death. That's a bonus."
The second figure, a tall, stoic woman clad in elegant green armor with a glaive strapped to her back, eyed Osalf. "He'll be the one to give us trouble," she said coldly. Her voice was steady, calculated. "Focus on him. The others will crumble once he's out of the picture."
The third, a massive brute in gold-plated armor, hefted a hammer nearly as large as himself onto his shoulder. His deep laugh rumbled through the clearing. "I've been itching for a fight like this. Let's see if you live up to the stories, old man."
Osalf smirked, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "I'll give you a fight, but it won't be the one you're expecting." He stepped forward, his hands already glowing with energy as the ground beneath him began to tremble.
