Belialthorn did, Valor beside him. Kieran didn't move from his spot, he had joined the outlaws in smirking at them.
Then Riven spoke, his voice was just like a beast's. Smooth and with a growl. "I heard about it. A raiding party put together in the span of a day. To challenge the infamous crypt here in my territory. The forbidden crypt."
"You heard true. Such a raiding party existed and is currently camped now, awaiting my return."
"It is my territory that you camped," Riven said.
Belialthorn shook his head and he spread his hand. "All this belongs to Lord Alaric Keenreaver. The ones that didn't belong to the King himself." Technically, it all belongs to the King.
The outlaws hissed together and aura swelled like storms as they made their anger known. Belialthorn ignored all that and was focused entirely on Riven. He continued. "Unless you are acting in the King's name."
