"You've been busy, Sir Whinin," Kroiph said as he strode toward the carriage Kael perched upon, his single sharp eye sweeping over the parking area, taking in the carnage in silence.
Kael slung his bow across his shoulder and hopped down from the carriage in a fluid motion. His own eyes flicked briefly to the disciplined line of soldiers standing just behind their commander. "I could say the same of you, Commander Kroiph."
Kroiph let out a short breath, a sound between a scoff and a laugh. "Well, I had to bring the best. The King himself demanded this operation. And my men—" his voice dropped, a deep rumble brimming with steel—"are craving to spill the blood of those who dare disregard justice."
Kael's lips curled into a faint smirk, his gaze flicking once more toward the eager soldiers before him. "That's good… because the men they'll face are just as bloodthirsty."
