"Black Flame's mercenary as his champion. What an idiot! He must have used all of our little Aideen's money to hire that mountain of a man!"
Valon slapped his pale, bony hand over the wooden surface of the platform's rail and released a loud giggle which only agitated Aideen even more.
Although the mercenary's strong frame was indeed quite fearsome, Tillian seemed to be completely unbothered by it.
Scratching his chin in a contemplating manner, he looked the man before him up and down, then turned back to the Count, and stretched his lips into an arrogant grin.
"I must admit you have selected a rather fine champion, Lord Constantine. A member of the Black Flame guild, very impressive."
"The law dictates that I am allowed to assign as my champion whoever is willing to fight for me! I did not break any rules by hiring a mercenary!"
