The five retainers went completely stiff as Elion glided beside them. Their backs straightened so sharply that one of them nearly fell off his mount before catching himself.
"H-Hello, Sir Elion," the round-bellied one said first, his voice cracking at the end.
The others immediately shot him looks of betrayal. Why was he speaking first? And why the fuck had he volunteered them all for death!?
Elion's grin widened.
"I couldn't help but notice," he said slowly, letting the wind carry his voice between them, "that you brave young men seemed to be discussing something very interesting."
"No!" one of them shouted quickly, and the others turned to him in horror.
Elion raised a brow.
"No?"
"I mean, yes! I mean, no, nothing interesting, Sir Elion!"
"Very convincing," Elion said dryly.
