Haldric pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering, "Gods save us all…"
Damien stood.
Ravendan continued screaming until two guards lifted him under the arms and dragged him toward the inner district, leaving a trail of blood behind.
By the time they were gone, the entire yard had fallen into a stunned silence.
And then a wave of murmurs spread.
"Did you see that…?!"
"He bit off a noble's hand!"
"And the White Wolf Rider just apologized like it was nothing—"
"No one's ever shut Lord Ravendan up like that!"
"Serves the fool right—"
Damien ignored all of it as he walked toward the barracks.
Fenrir trotted behind him, completely unconcerned.
Luton bounced happily on his shoulder again, as if it too approved.
Haldric jogged to catch up, shaking his head in disbelief.
"You do realize," the general said, "you just embarrassed one of the wealthiest nobles in the kingdom."
Damien nodded. "He was annoying."
"You also made enemies among the aristocracy."
