"It's been a long time since we last saw each other, Levreeshka Dulcar," Frank Pyton says, a lit cigar clenched between his teeth in a sinister grin.
With him are Joe Callhan — the ogre — Philip Serghel — the tiefling — along with Cassian Eisenfaust and Clarissa Felmon.
Levreeshka immediately throws an arm out to protect Alexander, pushing him behind her. A natural, instinctive gesture.
At the sight of that man, Alexander is seized by pure terror. He knows exactly who he is — Oktavian Azuralis, the traitor wanted for stealing the Scale of Urvoras and killing his expedition companions.
"You again... looks like the lesson I gave you last time wasn't enough. Seems you just can't wait to die," Levreeshka replies, forcing a sadistic, cruel grin.
But those threats only draw chuckles from Frank and his lackeys.
"The last growl of a dying she-wolf. Like this, you're not so threatening anymore, you know?"
Then Frank's gaze shifts past her.
