Leomund, who had been preparing to flee, came to a halt, gazing strangely in the direction of the Triangle Sea.
Jorah strode forward. Seeing Leomund craning his neck and looking around furtively, he was overcome with anger. He viciously slapped Leomund across the face and roared, "You run away at the first sign of danger? What use do I have for a warrior like you?!"
Although he wasn't afraid, the pathetic behavior of his subordinate was a huge disappointment!
Any thought he had of giving Leomund a key position was instantly extinguished.
Leomund's lips trembled. Sensing the strange gazes from the Lion-Salt City-state warriors behind him, he wished he could dig a hole and crawl into it.
He was the Commander of a Medium-sized City-State, for crying out loud. When had he ever been humiliated like this?
