The Choice of Cavir Walton
And he did not like it.
Cavir Walton's gaze moved slowly across the soldiers surrounding Leon.
One by one, he took them in.
Then his eyes shifted toward James.
Finally, they settled on the general.
For a moment, nobody moved.
The soldiers hesitated.
Even the surrounding noise seemed to fade.
An uneasy silence settled over the area.
James frowned.
The general's expression also darkened slightly.
Cavir Walton stepped forward.
His footsteps were slow.
Firm.
There was no hesitation in them.
He had been the shopkeeper of the Whitelist Restaurant for many years.
Because of that, he understood Ashford City better than most people did.
He knew exactly how much influence the Grand General's household held here.
It was not an influence that could be ignored.
Normally, Cavir Walton would never willingly stand against them.
There was too much at stake.
