"Looks like we went a bit overboard," he said, with a hint of dry humor, as glanced around the ruined landscape.
The Barbarian King barked out a laugh, his mood shifting instantly.
"Overboard? That was just a warm-up!" His voice was loud. "Next time, you won't get to hide. I'll drag you out of that shell, mark my words."
Renard smiled as he sheathed his sword. "We'll see. But for now, I'll take the win."
The Barbarian King shook his head, grumbling about "turtle tactics," but a grin spread across his face.
"What were you doing in Grimhold?" he asked, his deep voice carrying across the quiet plains.
Renard, resting his hand on the hilt of his sword, looked toward the distant horizon where the Grimhold fortress stood. "I'm here for my sons."
"Sons?" The Barbarian King frowned, confused. "Are they in the grimhold?"
