The air was silent even after Sir Sael had stepped forward. The Kageyama lands were a new and strange niche even for the man. The best he could hope for was that the gentility of his words could strike them an opportunity to speak without having to cut each other's heads first.
But if the latter was the only seeable solution, he was also not the kind to back away from such difficult solutions. What must be done needed to be done.
Zahir, Jynxa, the Marked Blade, himself, Ghost of the Grey Lantern, Ryan, and this nebulous-looking thing they of course called Nebulous Lord were particularly selected in anticipation for the worst.
Sael stood, radiating pure approachable aura. But the Knights they were surrounded by were extremely cautious.
Someone released their stance amongst the three people that came and slowly started to walk forward.
The young man had a pale face that carried a cold, aloof beauty, sharpened by the scar trailing down his cheek.
