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"An accidental alarm?" the Guard Commander said with a you-must-think-I'm-a-fool look, "General Nola, there are sounds of battle inside. Please step aside, I need to personally verify the situation."
"Inside, it's not battle, but a friendly spar, with an old friend of Lord Zalanda."
"Please don't make it difficult for us, General Nola. This is our duty that we must perform," the Guard Commander insisted, fulfilling his responsibility.
"You don't trust me?" Nola's fiery temper flared up, a quality not uncommon among barbarians, and she had already explained as much as she did out of respect for their loyalty.
"How could I not? Who doesn't know that General Nola is the most capable of the City Lord's aides?" the Guard Commander swallowed nervously, complimenting sincerely.
In the presence of this person, the pressure was immense, both physically and due to the other's temperament.
