Ragnar leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. He looked at Anselm. "By the way, why am I even here? None of my people or my estate has been attacked."
Karion's eyes narrowed as he turned toward Ragnar. "Of course not. You don't have any bases to be attacked. All you have is that one estate you call home."
Ragnar burst into laughter. "Exactly. One estate. Easier to protect, less to worry about. No troublesome hubs to manage or lose."
Karion's fists clenched at Ragnar's dismissive attitude, but before he could respond, Ragnar continued. "So, if nothing of mine has been touched, can I go now? I don't see why I should waste my time here."
Anselm raised his hand to stop him. "Don't leave yet, Patriarch Ragnar. You're the strongest Tamer I know. We need someone like you to handle them."
Ragnar's smirk faded slightly. He was annoyed. "Handle them? I don't even know who they are. How do you expect me to deal with an enemy I've never seen?"
