"I do not see why the Revered Wanderer Merchant would meddle in a dispute between 2 local kingdoms." Sevrak held his ground, chin lifted, the refusal to retreat plain in his eyes.
"My master needs no reason, and neither of us holds the authority to question him." Caprion's tone stayed level, posture composed. "Return to your lands. Rest. Clear your head. Treat this as a warning given in his name."
"No." The word came flat and heavy. Sevrak would not stand by while others stepped on his pride or pretended his presence meant nothing. "I came to take what is mine. I am not leaving with empty hands."
