"Now then", the man said.
Now Milo got a closer look at him, he was absolutely herculean. Everything about him screamed powerhouse, from the way his muscles were toned, to his height. Nothing about him was weak at all. Every single inch of his body was protected by thick muscles.
Even now, when he was stood there completely still, his muscles appeared as if they were constantly tensed. This man was called Ewan.
Ewan was another one of the elven generals and a dear friend of Tarots. Which was odd to Milo, especially considering Ewan and Tarot were polar opposites. Even the way Ewan spoke didn't have the usual grace that Tarot presented his words with.
Milo had been dragged by Ewan to a small area clear of trees, where he promptly put Milo down and moved a few paces away. Ewan stood with his hands on his hips and chest puffed out, his confidence practically palpable.
