"Huh. Decent sword." The old man flicked aside Yanael's sword. She couldn't resist it and her sword tumbled through the air before landing in the sand and sinking down to its hilt.
"Your parents are really spoiling you with these maids, Nymur. But I didn't think they would let you wander around on your own. Don't tell me! Did you run away from home, you cheeky kid?" The old man excitedly asked.
Zach held up a hand and took a step back.
"How do you know my father?" He asked with a serious tone. The old man in front of him was not an ordinary old man. Zach had suspected as much from the beginning. But he knew the Duke of Evandiel's name and talked to him like he was his senior. He had flicked away Yanael's sword without looking and with ease.
