"How is that possible, how is that possible!? How could he possibly have crossed the forest?"
Listening to the lord's recognition and praise for that foreign young man, Boris cried out in alarm, his soul seemingly frightened away.
"Shut your mouth, you shameless wretch!"
Baron Eriv looked coldly at the village ruffian and scolded, "Your slanderous machinations against the Brave Warrior almost brought shame upon us, I really should cut off that venomous tongue of yours."
"I would gladly do it for you, my lord," said Knight Balfe, with nonchalant confidence.
"T-tongue? No!... No! My lord, I was wrong, it was my stupidity!"
Boris, panic-stricken, knelt to the ground, desperately kowtowing and begging for mercy: "I was blind, I failed to recognize the good! Spare me! Please spare me!!"
Baron Eriv did not bother to look again at the despicable scene this lowlife was making, instead turning to look towards Leon.
