Svara gripped his double-headed battle axe with a firm hand, his intense gaze locked onto David. "Is this really the weak young master I remember?" he mused to himself, a satisfied smile creeping across his rugged face. "It's good to see you again, kid!" Svara's booming voice echoed through the training ground, startling everyone within earshot.
David's brow furrowed in confusion as the intruder addressed him in such a casual, almost familiar manner. He was accustomed to receiving respect due to his status as the son of the De Gor family, even if he wasn't particularly revered in his own right. Captain Kaelen, a king-ranked swordsman, had spoken to him with the deference befitting his lineage. Yet, the brute before him, with his wild demeanour, seemed to disregard all of that, looking at David as if he were nothing more than a small, insignificant figure.
