Gripping his longsword firmly, Lucian stood in a bloody clearing.
He and Velmera were surrounded by twenty mercenaries and cultists, and his gray eyes scanned them.
With a voice full of greed, a gruff-looking mercenary with a scarred lip sneered. "It's one of the bounties, you see."
Another chuckled ominously while brandishing a spear. "But lowest on the list."
A third whispered, his eyes gleaming, "Still worth 700 crowns," and tightened his hold on his axe.
Lucian scowled, perplexed but determined. "Bounty? On me?" He held Velmera behind him, his posture firm, his voice sharp.
A cult soldier show up, his voice icy and his white mask blank. "You can do whatever you want with the boy, but do not harm that girl. She needs to be delivered safely."
A snarl formed on Lucian's lips. "Do you think I'll simply give her to you? You cult freaks, fuck each other if you want."
