Well, this was… unexpected.
Percival wasn't a fan of surprises, and at the moment, he was full-on surprised. At least, it seemed that the people in front of him were just as surprised.
The silence was proof of it. The distant waterfalls and chirping birds were now audible, one could hear a pin drop, or a pupil move.
The red light of the Gate poured Percival's shadows across the dead grass, framing him like a dark omen.
To save himself and his province, Duke Ithalan initiated movement, his emerald robes rustling as he stepped forward and stood beside Percival.
"This... this is the one!" Ithalan exclaimed, his voice cracking. "The brave Awakener I spoke of! He offered his services to the province just as the Gate appeared. A wandering blade, looking to test his mettle!"
Percival's eyes shifted toward the Duke. He didn't miss the way the Elf's hands gripped his velvet sleeves.
He caught the subtext instantly: Ithalan was terrified.
