"You bastard!" Juaquin snarled, his hand instinctively flying to the hilt of his sword. His eyes burned with indignation, his face flushed with anger as he took a step toward Ludwig. But Ludwig didn't flinch. His eyes met Juaquin's furious gaze, his expression calm but defiant. The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with hostility.
Van Dijk's lips curled into a smirk, his amusement barely concealed.
The bishop raised a hand his expression calm but firm. "The boy is right We are not here to admonish or to undermine the authority of the Black Tower," he said, his voice smooth and measured. "Regardless, Master Van Dijk, we need to know a bit more about your last… adventure in the city."
