That wasn't what the guards had anticipated hearing at all.
Just seconds ago they had been laughing at him openly, already convinced they understood why someone from Percvale would come all the way to Thandor asking to see the king.
That had expected it was a loan, more debt and desperation.
That was what they expected.
Instead Darion had calmly informed them that he was here to return one.
The laughter had died instantly after that.
Darion watched them process the shock silently, his expression barely changing. His face remained calm, almost bored in a way, his eyes half-lidded like none of this particularly interested him.
But internally? He was enjoying this a little.
Not because they had mocked him personally. But because they had mocked Percvale.
And seeing their expressions change after hearing the truth was satisfying.
Behind him, the three knights from Percvale watched the scene with visible amusement.
One of them was very clearly trying not to grin.
