Kaelen studied Thane's worried expression, sensing the tension emanating from his friend. He leaned in, his gaze was shifting between the armored figure and Thane's unsettled eyes.
"Is that... bad?"
Thane exhaled sharply, his eyes were narrowing as he looked down at the crest again.
"Very bad. This land here? We're in Solandris territory. Not just that—it's sacred land. No one from Briarholt, let alone a royal guard, should be here."
Kaelen's brows knitted together.
"I thought the two kingdoms were on friendly terms?"
Thane stood up, running a hand through his hair as he tried to piece it all together.
"They are, in a way. Solandris and Briarholt don't often clash, but their priorities are completely different. Solandris dedicates itself to Aurelion, the god of light, and its people are deeply spiritual, always looking for harmony and enlightenment."
"And Briarholt?"
