The elderly barbarian who had spoken cleared his throat and stepped forward.
"We've heard stories about your strength and your achievements at the academy," he said, his tone filled with awe and respect. "We'd like to ask for pointers."
Spark raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of his wine.
"Pointers? What kind of pointers do you want?" he asked, intrigued.
Without hesitation, the elder asked, "The secrets of invincibility. How can we, too, reach your level?"
Spark almost choked on his wine, coughing as it went down the wrong way.
He blinked in disbelief, turning to Bronn, who stood beside him, looking guilty but trying not to laugh. It was clear Bronn had spread some exaggerated stories about him.
"These greedy bunch," Spark muttered, shaking his head. Bronn scratched the back of his neck, unable to meet Spark's gaze.
