This selfless...
There must be a reason in the shadows, right?
As a group, they looked at each other, trying to discern the answer from each other's gaze.
"Captain..."
In the end, Rowdy Brightwill stepped forward as a representative, a smile on his face as he looked at their magnificent Captain, Bard Walker, hinting it was time to ask.
Bard Walker bit into a skewered meat, slowly swallowing it. Feeling the curious gazes on him, he was about to take a second bite but seemed to have lost his appetite. He put down the meat, scanning over everyone, then spoke with a hidden depth: "The old drunkard's intent, does not lie in the wine."
With that, the hand clutching the skewered meat tightened involuntarily. Bard Walker's heart was filled with helplessness.
Even from such a distance, the only one who would dare set his sights on him was that braying miscreant Glenn Hutchinson.
